For the Love of Wine

It was the big day. You know the one where you have decided to do what another may prefer for the mysterious blind date? Such as the commonere of painted finger- nails, well groomed, trying not to have splattered paint spats randomly here and there on my arms from my night before indulgence of creativity just trying to eliminate some of the before the date jitters. Especially, if I conjure up the courage to wear the shoulder less shirt that I thought was cool in a vintage kind of way but, felt like a lining back in. Wow, do I seriously want to go through this just to try and meet someone who can concur with me sometimes against odds? Let us not forget the wine factor as well. That will tell me a lot about this fellow. It is not about the drink of the wine. It is about understanding the concept that the wine needs and deserves a special environment depending on its mood and like me it is prone to random acts of mood swings. With this said, observation of the tiniest non-verbal act had to be one of their academy awards, everyday virtue. If not let us hope on their honorable act of solitude. Meaning to embrace the wines company, despite their lack of emotional conception of others around.

Part 2

This is eerie! I thought to myself. But ever so conventionally, I could stay here forever type of outdoor alluring. It took a hike to step foot on the moon, as I imagined in his demeanor, he felt like he had accomplished this big leap for mankind. Arrogance my friends is not an enticing virtue I prefer so boldly in a significant other. But it was very earthy spot, outdoors, with just enough color to be vibrant in the dark, but not too much to where I felt the sudden urge of my green thumb coming on. There were chairs to sit on purposely placed with thought put into the positioning. Therefore, the perverted thought that he may have a chance if he can get me on the blanket mind set was not present. That was a big plus in my blind date do’s and do not’s requiem. So, he uncorked a not to cheap but not to pricey bottle of Merlot. He poured us each a glass which He had set up pre- date along with some finger foods well equipped to accompany the style of wine. He is not doing to bad thus far I thought to myself. Then it happened. He tried to converse on subjects He had not counted on me being knowledgeable as deeply as I was about. So, I was forced with the brutal choice of do I shame his position or pretend to be dumb to save him from a harsh humbling? With my merlot in hand and the perfect mood for us both, I IIIIIII………, yep, I began the battle. So, my rebuttal was so obvious with factual reference there was no further dispute he could conjure up. He had to do the google right then and there all frustrated and shaken up. Bummer, He was not doing to bad either. He at least was intriguing to my wines needs and mood. My merlot however, after I pampered her a swish in my glass a few times she was on my side. I took the time to ask a silly question as to the inquiry of his history of up bringing and where abouts. It lightened the tensity and let me enjoy my merlot as much as she was feeling the comfort and warmth of my hand. After awhile of my prolonged urgency to keep the change of energy in- tact I was more at ease and conformative. The wine was running low though and my intents running short with it. The fellow was average looking, built, and had a personality of a rock. But dare I say, He is nice. He did have an enticing way of presenting the surroundings, and the wine was on point, which as I stressed earlier, was of utmost importance. Do I drag it out and extend my love for more wine? Should I exaggerate a most needed nights rest as to the need to head home?

Part 3

Wow, that was not as bad as I had conjured up the need inside for it to be. I was found exhausted the next day but only because of the brought- on anxiety of my own control issues. O, yeah and the part where I tripped over the rock that was not included in the pathway to the setting of the date formally. That was embarrassing to say the least. What is worse is the only thought I had at the time was good thing I did not have my wine yet, I could have wasted it and brought it the walk of shame. I could not even use the excuse I was somewhat under the influence considering I had not anything thus far to drink. But rehearsed the night over in my head and heart for that matter trying to concur with myself if there was a dire need to put myself through this again? The pros and cons weighed heavy upon my loins. Just kidding I know I am a little on the dramatic side, probably why I like painting, while eating, while drinking my wine. So here we go folks the golden choice of do I have a second date? By the way He did call and ask, I am not just presumptuous on top of haughty headed.

Part4

What a beautiful lighted night sky! Twinkle, twinkle, little star I am so glad my Merlots not far! Perfect date night dare I say. I had to go back for seconds considering it was just the right balance of fun and no regrets followed by a next morning wake up of feeling fine. Yep, me and my new Merlot alone at last! I heard 3 times a charm as well.

THE END