Boys roam too

When I was in Cape Town, Fix, Mr. Fix and I woke up on a bright and sunny Tuesday morning and drove out to the Winelands.

We started at the Fairview Wine Estate, where they produce a lovely little wine called Goats do Roam. Goats do Roam is quite good, and I know for certain that it is sold at large supermarkets in San Antonio, Texas and at Discovery Wines on Avenue A. We signed up for the master tasting, which was 30 Rand (about 6 USD) and entitled us to 8 wines and all of their cheeses. We got to work deciding what we wanted to try. Mr. Fix suggested a Merlot. I didn't want to try a Merlot, and tried to explain that I don't hate Merlot, or have anything against it, per se. I'd drink it if someone poured me a glass, and I'd probably think it was fine, but just fine.

"You know what Merlot is like?" I said. "It's like a really nice guy that you keep dating because he hasn't given you any reason not to, but you're really not all that into him."

Mr. Fix asked if I could please fit every wine we tasted that day into a boy analogy, and I did, for the first 20 or so. After that, it was kind of a blur.

Date with the Bond Trader last night? Total Merlot.

Update: After sharing my Merlot analogy with The Roommate, she came up with a couple of her own that I had to share.

Zinfandel: Closeted gay guy
Chardonnay: Really abrasive loud dude who abuses waitstaff