You might be a dive addict if:
You think of the beach as simply a path to the ocean...
A group of incredibly beautiful and very friendly topless "German Octoberfest Heidi Girls" attempt to initiate conversation with you while you are traversing the beach on the way to a beach dive, and you just really want them to leave you alone for a while, and ask them to meet you back at the point of entry in 2 hours...
(Guilty! Turks and Caicos; Provo Ramada in 1992)
You have more than 4 scuba tanks in the garage...
You cannot get yourself to throw away old Dacor regulators for which there are no parts available...
Your children refuse to eat lobster anymore, and would really prefer Wendy's chicken nuggets for dinner...
Your wife has mastered the art of substituting lobster for shrimp in any recipe that calls for shrimp...
You really take a fine pleasure in calling your Yankee friends every Sunday morning in the winter to regale them with stories of 73 degree ocean temps and calm seas, while they are shovelling snow off of the roof...
You have a gear drying rack set up 365 days a year on the back porch of your home...
Every time you meet someone new, you want them to know that you are a diver and ask if they have any old dive gear laying around their garage that you could help them recycle...
And the list goes on and on..................
Chug