18 year old bottle of Tender Loving Care
It’s like F Scott Fitzgerald said, “First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.” You’re like the 21 st century version of his quotes... I see you look down at your tumbler and swirl that peg of amber liquid like you know what you’re doing... like you know your way around it. I see you stare it down with such insurmountable amount of devotion, almost as if it’s spinning some magical story. Your pupils dilate and you hazily gaze at me mumbling something only you would understand; I pretend to listen and nod along as always because even in that tipsy state, you’re charming and I, for all the wrong reasons, find that irresistible. It makes me a little green because I wish you would look at me the way you look at that mighty fine bottle of Talisker. It’s as if you are undressing that dam 18 year old bottle of scotch with your eyes. You know in English language it’s called ‘Leering’. It amuses and breaks my heart at the same time because I