Y’all need to be drunk to do that? I do it just fine being sober!
Nope, gotta drive. I went to college in San Francisco. When I first left home I left my car at my parents thinking I wouldn’t need it in the big city. I didn’t make it one semester before going back home to get it.
I guess I’m just a car person. I hate depending on public transportation. I mean, maybe if you lived in New York city or something. But even then, I’d want to get out of the city every now and again and if you can’t drive? That might make things a little difficult.
I guess then, it’s not whether you have a car, it’s whether you have a license and the means to rent a car if you live in a highly populated area.
I think you’d be fine to stick with this. I’ve been the sloppy drunk, and I’ve been around the sloppy drunks, and you aren’t missing anything (except possibly drama, vomiting, accusatory tears and criminal charges).
Hey, I’m not limited; I can do all that sober. 
I like the way you inserted the word “sloppy.”
I’m married, but here goes:
Smoking.
Fragrance. (I’m sorry if you want to wear it, but you’d be sorry if I threw up on your shoes.)
Yankees fan.
Doesn’t like dogs.
Aggressive driver. (Confident is good. Don’t terrify me.)
Scary tattoos. (I’m not a tattoo fan, but there are some that are just threatening.)
Doesn’t read.
Doesn’t take care of his teeth.
Librarian Jokes???
I have to admit to shaking my head a bit about the idea that people can’t get drunk every once in a while without being painted as if they’re Otis from The Andy Griffith Show.
My mother was raised by a serious bizness alcoholic (drinking mouthwash and rubbing alcohol, etc) so she’s a bit touchy about alcohol but even she doesn’t care if my father has one too many every once in a while.
To each their own and I’m certainly not (honest!) criticizing anyone’s deal breaker about alcohol. I’m just laughing at drunk once in a while=sloppy, puking, drama filled mess
Makes one wonder how some of these people are when they have been drunk. Getting tipsy doesn’t have to be a horrific event.
Obviously, I’m not in the dating pool anymore, and I don’t drink, but I actually agree with this. It’s one thing to go drinking to be social and have a good time. I can do that and just have club soda or Coke or whatever.
On the other hand, I hate babysitting drunks. I’m not about to take someone home who can’t get himself there safely, even in a cab, and I’m not about to sit with him so he doesn’t choke to death on his own vomit. (Yes, I briefly dated someone who fit that description. That behavior is why we dated only briefly.)
Likewise, I am also not a fan of overly pious 12-step types of any stripe. It’s possible to drink responsibly, eat without overeating, and I am not interested in your sponsor, your sponsee, your meeting schedule, or anything else about that. People who dwell on that tend to be self-absorbed bores, and I wasn’t about to change myself to suit some pwecious snowfwake who thinks the world should revolve around him. So there. 
I was thinking the same thing. Then I was thinking, if I was dating a librarian for any length of time, it would become my goal in life to come up with a funny librarian joke that she hadn’t heard yet.
Chronic bad breath. Yes, it’s a shame, there are some lovely people out there who have it, and I ASSUME it must be something they’ve tried working on and simply can’t get rid of. I am a bit sensitive about bad breath, but I can deal with “sour, drank OJ a few hours ago breath”. But if you can’t alleviate it with a couple sticks of gum, it’s not going to work.
I’m dating a librarian - my pick up line was, “You’re so cute, I’d like to check you out like a Harry Potter novel!”
He pointed out that library books can only be checked out for 3 weeks and he was looking for something a little more long term.
So I asked him on a date instead 
We also did a serious of flirtations using the Dewey Decimal system (“If I was looking for you on the shelves - I’d look in the 700s - because you’re a work of art!”)
feel free to commence groaning . . . .now.
In a relationship now, but I’ll play:
- Smoking.
- Current drug use.
- Cell phone use, texting, etc. during the date. You’re on a date with me, not your cell phone.
- Religious fundamentalism. Religious is fine, but not to the point where you’re intolerant or blind to reality.
- Tattoos on neck/face, heavily tattooed elsewhere. I don’t mind if you have one or a few tattoos, but if you get naked, I don’t want it to look like you’re still wearing clothes.
- Excess baggage/issues (subjective, I know)
- Condescendingly dismissive of my interests. So not all your interests are the same as mine? Fine, no sense in being a bitch about it.
- Aggressively ignorant, overly clueless.
- Racism
- Very young kids. I realize that, at almost 40, it’s kind of naive to think I’d meet many women without kids. At the same time, I personally don’t want kids so I certainly don’t want to help you raise yours. Now, if they’re teenagers who require less attention and a few years from moving out anyway, I can compromise.
Wow, 10 just off the top of my head? What a picky bastard I am.
My list is about the same, Strainger.
For 2, I don’t mind a little pot use, but anything more is a strict NO.
For 4, any strong ideology (religion, politics, etc) is probably not going to work out.
For 10, I’m 47, but I’d probably prefer small children to teen-agers, who can be willful and resentful of a stranger telling them what to do.
I’ve dated a few guys that smoked pot. It’s not my thing - I have no interest in trying it - and so I don’t want you doing it in my place or around me.
It was a dealbreaker for me with one guy (who told me he didn’t do drugs anymore) when he and his buddy thought we should all get high together. And kept pushing it.
I don’t know what they thought was going to happen after - but Melly took her toys and went home - permanently.
I like to have fun with the rest of the kiddies - but I don’t like feeling like I’m being influenced to get drunk and high so we can all play.
I’m married, but were I still dating:
Overzealousness, about any topic, really. If you’re so into something, be it relision, atheism, or potted plants that you can’t talk about anything else on a date, and just can’t wait to convert me to whatever it is (even if I already agree with you), I’ll just be bored. Having more than one interest is good.
Being willfully ignorant. If you say something that’s objectively wrong, and I know it’s wrong and can prove it, don’t tell me you don’t want to know. Ignorance on a subject is OK, but if you don’t care to correct ignorance or aren’t intellectually curious, that’s a problem.
Really, really instant dealbreakers include bad breath, and bad hygiene, including not wearing clean clothes.
Re cell phones: If you are on call at work and must take work calls, just let me know in advance. That’s something that can’t be avoided. Glancing at the screen to see if it’s a call you must take – well, if you gotta, you gotta, as long as you explain in advance so I know you’re not being a jerk. Or if your grandma’s in surgery and you’re waiting to hear how she did. Take the call. I’m not that much of a militant about it. Otherwise, standard courtesy rules apply.
The only calls I ever took on dates were my safety call on a first date. This was a call where a friend would check up on me to make sure the date was going well.
We had a few signals and key phrases so they would know whether or not they needed to call 911.
In my last relationship I figured out how to get around that – I never told them what to do. Really, I was not their father, I did not intend to become their father, and they got plenty of direction from their mother. I wouldn’t have dreamed of trying to parent them.
I did hear a story about the guy who dated the mom before I did. They were sitting in her living room when the daughter farted, and laughed about it. The guy got all offended and told the mom “Send her to her room!” Apparently he was a bit of a douchebag.
More and more ladies are deciding not to have children. Of course the majority do, but it’s happening more often than it used to that people are deciding they just don’t want any.
Out of my group of closest friends only one has a child and one would consider having one, but the rest of us are like Amy Winehouse when faced with rehab: no, no, no