Maybe I'm like a scotch. I'm not that cooler or cheap beer that everyone is drawn to, but that doesn't have substance. Men seem to be drawn to me at first, they think they can handle me, they smell me, swirl me around in their glass for a moment, try me, and then decide that, well, perhaps this isn't for them after all. Back to their "cheap beer." Do they come back later on? When they've realized that substance as well as the physical attributes are what makes an excellent drink and/or partner. The smoky taste, the strong yet enthralling aroma, a mature, and intelligent drink/person. A lasting and fulfilling relationship. That small difference enough to pay hundreds of dollars more for, enough to realize that beneath a hard exterior, there is a subtle taste that continues to linger on the edge of your senses, always calling you back for more.
Oh wow, did you write this on your own? This is beautifully written Stephanie!
ReplyDeleteI did indeed, why thank you!!!! :)
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