I love herring in wine sauce but it doesn’t mean I drink because of it. It doesn’t taste like wine at all. I do occasionally have a drink at bingo or when we go out but one is my limit and I’m not tempted to drink more. As a freshman in college I was a newby with drinking. Everyone else on my dorm had experience but me. We drank in rounds, I quickly learned that wasn’t for me and dropped out of the rounds. No body cared and they still asked me to come with them out to dance. I loved the dancing part. I just didn’t try to keep up with them on the drinking part. I was on a small all girls dorm and we looked out for each other. Because I wasn’t much of a drinker if we went somewhere by car I was the designated driver. But that was before bipolar ever reared its head. But alcohol and drugs just wasn’t an issue for me. I guess I don’t have an addiction gene. Plus my parents modeled moderate reasonable drinking. They only drank at parties and then in moderation so I had good influence that way.