So I’m on day 2 of an 8-day trip to Mexican paradise and twice now I’ve heard my new Mayan amigos bless me with an identical saying, “It’s just the one that you like.” The first during a tequila tasting; the second during a wine equivalent. During both “classes” (it’s hardly a class when you stumble in at 5pm after a day of bikini-clad daquiri drinking) my respective professors (note to self that in my next life that is so the job I want - resort tequila teacher) review the set-in-stone dos and don’ts of drinking this variety and that variety… Chianti should only be paired with pasta; Repasado is only for sipping; any man who drinks a rosé should have his testosterone levels checked (wait did he say that or did I think that – I can’t recall), blah blah, blah.
Anyway, after the hour short course (you can never have too long an alcohol class, right?) the concluding non-textbook thought from each professor was, “the BEST wine/tequila is actually just the one that you like.” And that’s what I think of dating. There isn’t a perfect personality type or astrological sign for anyone, anymore than there are absolutes with alcohol to food pairings. No magazine quiz, or your mom, can dictate what type of guy will perfectly suit you. It’s just the guy you like. And whereas “the textbook” may help guide you initially, that framework is likely too general to fit your unique tastebuds. So again, repeat after me, the BEST guy is just the guy you like. The guy who tastes right to you. The guy who fits your palate; the one you want to taste over and over again. And it is only by taste-testing a wide variety of flavors that you can arrive at the ideal pairing perfectly suited to you.
Off to go indulge in a favorite glass of vino (which for me translates into any one with a pretty label that doesn’t taste like tobacco) with two main courses this evening, mushroom and onion pizza, and Jason. ¡Buen provecho!
Live and love largely, Tristan
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