Cheap Date With Expensive TastesI am the better half of thirty. Best years behind me I am sure. I've been married for 14 years and lived in a sexless marriage for at least 9 of them. Don't know what happened really or why.
The prison I live in has no bars or barbed wire, no tall fences and thus no means of escape. Only temporary oases of numbness and daydreams of happier times or hope that perhaps things will someday change for the better
I find my moments of forgetfulness while watching the rivers and streams flow past during walks with my faithful pal Boone the Boxer Dog. But sometimes that's not enough so I've found a new hobbie that seems to help pass the time, drinking.
Use to never drink before. Now it's my other good friend. No cold bottle ever gave me the cold shoulder. My favorite thing to do is listen to Jazz and get lit with a bottle of wine. Did some time with coke and rum until I had a bad experience with a hang over. Friends told me that rum was especially hard on you the day after so now I'm primarily a wino of sorts.
I find adventure in experiencing different kinds and lately my tastes have grown more high brow as I've become rather smitten with campaigns and sparkling wines. Asti Martini is my favorite. Yes I'm a cheap date with expensive tastes.
Only problem is once you crack a bottle, you've got to finish it and a bottle is a little much for a lightweight who drinks alone.
I would love to hear your wine suggestions as well as your favorite jazz tunes. Help this celebate spouse find his way into the vapors until he fades into the nothingness of age or at least into the mist of another empty bottle