Wine, Music, and Love…

He Asked for a List

So, she asked for the same…

Man meets a woman in a bar. He walks up to her and asks politely,“ Tell me a list of what I need to do to date you?” She quickly replies, “How about you answer the same? Write your list down, we will talk in a half an hour. If you need longer, I will be here next week at the same time.”

She laughs and saunters away.

Friday night after a long work week, a tall glass of dry merlot is warranted. She often goes alone to the quaint country pub nestled amidst the forest. The open concept, plant-filled arboretum seems more like a garden center than a bar. The live music is always fabulous — Rock, Jazz, Indie, Classical, Folk, and sometimes Punk. That is the manager's Schick, he keeps his clientele guessing. It is always someone special — and he pays a pretty penny for the artists. The genre is always a secret- never listed. Interesting technique. This method has been working for him for about three years. The owner is a city guy that ran with his mistress to the forest to make his millions. He is doing just that.

Time ticks. She sips her wine and thinks pensively about what she would like from a new relationship. She listens to the Bob Dylan tune being sung… -“The times they are a-changin” -by a cool, raspy female guitarist. She does not murder the song- nice twang to it actually. Cute hippie skirt with jeans, interesting vibe.

As she glances upward, the server places another glass of wine in front of her with some hot wings. She replies, “ Thank you, but I didn't order these.” The server says, “ The man across the bar ordered these for you. He says you are taking much too long with your list.” She laughs, nods across the bar, and takes out her iPhone. She types:

New Relationship Needs ( he said ‘NEEDS’ not wants…hmm…)

Honesty

5 minutes later…

she’s got nothing else…

15 minutes…

she’s got nothing else.

The song changes, this time it is REM's “Losing My Religion”

“The lengths that I will go…the distance in your eyes…” He glances up at her. She thinks he probably has had too much to drink. He is concentrating too much on these words from the song, but he is really cute, dresses funky.

Hippie guitarist girl stops singing mid-way and drinks her lemon-water- odd…then begins where she left off. “Oh no, I’ve said too much, I’ve set it up…”

The woman walks over to the guy, now with two friends at the bar, and quietly passes her phone to him. It reads “Honesty” — He laughs, gives her his and it reads “Truth”. She gets up, walks out laughing.

He follows.

Three years, two days later — they pass the quaint bar while driving together and smile lovingly at each other. “The times they are a-changin” by artist Bob Dylan is on their Sirius radio as they hurriedly travel for the birth of their first child.

I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)

If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?