I met Matt at a poker game. He was the perfect mix of hipster and nerd, attentive and aloof, confident yet realistic. The following week, when we were on the phone planning our first date, I suggested a restaurant because of its excellent sangria. He said, "I can't drink sangria." I thought, Oh great; another guy in recovery. There are a lot of them in Los Angeles. Then he said he was a type 1 diabetic, and there's too much sugar in sangria.