Gin was the first hard liqour I ever drank, probably freshman year in high school. Grabbed from parents' liquor cabinet and mixed with soda, passed among a few guys and girls one fine school night. Got sick and never drank it since, despite pouring gallons of it while bartending for around a decade. Seemed to make people mean and was the drink of choice of many professional drinkers so it scared me a bit.
Got reintroduced to it around five or six years ago when my partner insisted I take part in a ritual Hendricks martini happy hour during a retreat. Loved it. Dry with an olive. Have had it maybe a dozen times since, most times ending up with my chin to my chest in record time, reportedly with "old man stink" (per Mrs. 8893).
It does not make me mean, but it makes me drunker faster than most things do. I think it has something to with the fact that a dry martini is 99.9% booze but I drink it like a mixed drink.