By Megs
Date: 30 March 2000

Wine Tasting

Start with a glass of Pinot Grigiot
Might feel sophisticated if we weren't sipping from plastic cups
listening to the experts of wines dictate the flavors we should experience
how this wine enhances the appetite.
He doesn't find much of this funny but I still try to make it all amusing
for my own sake
to alleviate the anxiety of seeing him again
I torture myself by studying his profile while he looks away
desperate to catch his eye as if there were answers to the problem there
We move on to two Chardonnays (served best with seafood)
I remark how dry they taste
  How hungry I am- and is this much wine good on an empty stomach?
    How cold it is in here- looks like it might snow.
Mentally berating myself for these silly insignifigances to make conversation
He mentions he likes red wine better
as we move on to the rich purple red juices not as sweet but getting stronger
A steak would be good with these we decide
and he tells me I should be getting warm (he doesn't know how true that is)
I taste the Merlot and try not to notice
body language- legs crossed and pointed toward him
     pretend I didn't brush his bare wrist on purpose just to arouse a million
         tiny chill bumps and something more.
Two different kinds of Cabernets and a million memories of last summer
I must be amusing him now because we are laughing together like old friends
Someone drones on in the background about the proper way to pour
But when eyes meet over plastic rims I realize maybe the only reason I came here
was to meet him again
Dessert Wine Asti Spumante something sweet and like champagne
Should never drink on an empty stomach cause bubbles go straight to my head
I want to savor the crisp tastes of something new and different and rare
He mentions he has a new car
                   ex-girlfriend
                         baby on the way.
I reveal I still have the same boyfriend
                               but a new major
                                  and an apartment to myself...
So why doesn't he come up some time?
And we toast with plastic cups the ninth glass of whatever it is we're drinking
a toast to what might become.
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