I enjoy you far too often and too much. But that’s the basis of any good relationship, right? You’ve been with me to celebrate the good and mourn the bad. We’ve made bad decisions together, some that have gotten me into a lot of trouble and others that just created new memories. It’s been a good run for us, so far, and I feel we have a long road ahead of us to stumble down together.
So that’s why, when this guy I went on a date with started judging me for ordering you, I wasn’t about to back down.
“You’re really going to order that?” he asked, slightly appalled by the choice.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s just, not really something I’d expect…”
“Why?” I had a feeling I knew where this was going and I could already tell that I wouldn’t get to enjoy your presence.
“Well, it’s not exactly a girl drink.”
Oh, Hell No.
I’m sorry to say that I didn’t stick around for you to get to the table. I was out the door faster than I could say Glenlivet. There was no way I’d be associate with such a close-minded individual just for the chance of a poorly-executed good-night kiss. We’ve been through too much together for me to order something different just because of a sexist arse.
Besides, I’m waiting for the guy who can go shot for shot and love me for winning and for my love of you (among my many other defining qualities, of course).
Let’s stay classy, Whiskey, and celebrate our lives together.