Vildamyr: We share a common interest. We both love wine. I have some wine from the north. Would you like a glass?
Althon: Fine, I will endure your company. (Althon takes a glass of wine from
vildamyr.) It is very sweet. Like candy, what is it?
Vildamyr: It is a winter wine. I like my wine sweet, just like my women, I guess you prefer a bitter red.
Althon: Yes, that is right. How could you tell?
Vildamyr: You love a woman who was like your favorite wine.
V: We share love for wine. Speaking of which, I have some good Northern 'nameofwine'. Care for a sip from my wineskin?
A: If I must endure your company... This is sweeter than candy, V. What is it?
V: Winter wine, one of my favorite. But you must prefer the bitter reds, A. Hmm, I should have thought about it.
A: Right you are; but what made you thinks so? Was I impolite enough to cringe while swallowing your offering?
V: No, no. But the woman you love is not sweet, and men's tastes are consistent in these two things -wine and women....
I would also suggest dividing this conversation into two - one about wine and women, and the second about women changing. These are two separate and interesting themes, and imho, they lose from being lumped together.
Edited by Ashara, 21 August 2005 - 10:49 AM.