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Lovesick
It starts as a drip but soon the cup is overfilled, and the drips are a mirrored pool at the bottom of the cup. You just look down and see it over-filled and it takes a minute to decide if you drink it, slurp from the top of the cup or get a towel and put underneath it.
When you drink it, it’s overpowering its so sweet, like a desert wine, but you’ve taken a water-gulp sized drink. You’re overwhelmed by sugar and sweetness. Its nose is so aromatic it’s like falling into euphoria.
When you start to actually taste it, when you get over the aromatics and the sweetness, it’s so complex that you don’t know when to drink it or how to pair it. You know you love it, that’s a certainty. You know it’s going to be on of those things that won’t go with everything but you have this uncanny sense that when you figure out what it’s going to go with it’s going to be perfect. Then you can’t help but pour over ideas in your head until you can place that one thing that it is going to be perfect with.
Maybe if it weren’t so sweet it would be easier, maybe it’s because it’s too complex, or the nose is too much for the average palate. Maybe this isn’t supposed to be paired with anything after all. Maybe you’re just thinking about it too much.
Then one day you’re out eating, drinking, on a date and it comes to you. And when it does you’re kicking yourself for not thinking of it sooner. You’ve got it figured out and you want to try it immediately. There’s no uncertainty about it, you’ve thought about it many times and you’ve got such a good palate for this type of thing.
You try it. You start with a small pour to test it out. Its sublime, it’s amazing. You wonder why it’s not on every menu all over the place. You wonder if it was because you went to culinary school in Paris, or because you grew up on southern comfort and comfort food. You wonder if it’s because you spent a summer studying grapes and became oddly obsessed with Pinot Noir. Whatever it is, you’ve made it yours now. It is your specialty. You tell everyone about it and they get it, and it tastes great but it doesn’t have the same feeling that you get whenever you eat it.
If you’re like me and you find something as perfect as this you don’t indulge a little, you over-indulge. It’s perfect for you, it’s your favorite and you covet it. You tell others it’s the best they’ll ever have. No one likes it as much as you, but you could care less. You drink till you can’t drink and eat till you can’t eat. When you’re finished you run your index finger across the plate. When you’re done w/ your glass you tilt it upside down waiting for the last drop to fall like the first drop of summer rain. You drink till you’re so sick from the sweetness that all you can drink the follow day is water, water and anti-nausea pills. You wait for dinner because you’re ravenously hungry despite the way you feel and you fill yourself again like only the passionate over-indulgent of the world ever could and you love every moment of it.
***** so I wrote this and more of this and was happy with it and Word crashed. it lost the editing and the last 2 paragraphs. I am too irritated to mess with it so i made the third to the last paragraph hastily the last. now i'm mad and going to sleep.
FUCK MICROSOFT.
It starts as a drip but soon the cup is overfilled, and the drips are a mirrored pool at the bottom of the cup. You just look down and see it over-filled and it takes a minute to decide if you drink it, slurp from the top of the cup or get a towel and put underneath it.
When you drink it, it’s overpowering its so sweet, like a desert wine, but you’ve taken a water-gulp sized drink. You’re overwhelmed by sugar and sweetness. Its nose is so aromatic it’s like falling into euphoria.
When you start to actually taste it, when you get over the aromatics and the sweetness, it’s so complex that you don’t know when to drink it or how to pair it. You know you love it, that’s a certainty. You know it’s going to be on of those things that won’t go with everything but you have this uncanny sense that when you figure out what it’s going to go with it’s going to be perfect. Then you can’t help but pour over ideas in your head until you can place that one thing that it is going to be perfect with.
Maybe if it weren’t so sweet it would be easier, maybe it’s because it’s too complex, or the nose is too much for the average palate. Maybe this isn’t supposed to be paired with anything after all. Maybe you’re just thinking about it too much.
Then one day you’re out eating, drinking, on a date and it comes to you. And when it does you’re kicking yourself for not thinking of it sooner. You’ve got it figured out and you want to try it immediately. There’s no uncertainty about it, you’ve thought about it many times and you’ve got such a good palate for this type of thing.
You try it. You start with a small pour to test it out. Its sublime, it’s amazing. You wonder why it’s not on every menu all over the place. You wonder if it was because you went to culinary school in Paris, or because you grew up on southern comfort and comfort food. You wonder if it’s because you spent a summer studying grapes and became oddly obsessed with Pinot Noir. Whatever it is, you’ve made it yours now. It is your specialty. You tell everyone about it and they get it, and it tastes great but it doesn’t have the same feeling that you get whenever you eat it.
If you’re like me and you find something as perfect as this you don’t indulge a little, you over-indulge. It’s perfect for you, it’s your favorite and you covet it. You tell others it’s the best they’ll ever have. No one likes it as much as you, but you could care less. You drink till you can’t drink and eat till you can’t eat. When you’re finished you run your index finger across the plate. When you’re done w/ your glass you tilt it upside down waiting for the last drop to fall like the first drop of summer rain. You drink till you’re so sick from the sweetness that all you can drink the follow day is water, water and anti-nausea pills. You wait for dinner because you’re ravenously hungry despite the way you feel and you fill yourself again like only the passionate over-indulgent of the world ever could and you love every moment of it.
***** so I wrote this and more of this and was happy with it and Word crashed. it lost the editing and the last 2 paragraphs. I am too irritated to mess with it so i made the third to the last paragraph hastily the last. now i'm mad and going to sleep.
FUCK MICROSOFT.