diary of a glass of red wine

She didn't really like me. So I sat there, watching. The three of them. To my Italian eyes, they all look similar. They are fairly well dressed. I wouldn't say that they were bad looking at all. My redness swirled around the glass and settled. They talked about the usual - life, work, death and men. It was like an old record, turning round and round again playing the same old tune. The single one moaned about being single, another moaned about the foreign lover being foreign, and the one with a partner complained he was too needy. I wondered why couldn't they ever be happy? Is it really that hard to be human? Do they have nothing to talk about other than complaints? The most annoying thing is, they don't seem to do anything about it! OK ok, to be fair, one of them did say she was going to write a letter to her boss to complain. I mean, why can't they accept the way things are and be content? Wrinkles are a natural. Boobs sag! There will always be people better, prettier, wittier. It's life! Yet, I know I'm red and I don't try to make myself any other colour. I know that meat brings out the best in me. I don't try to force myself to go with fish! People need to find like minded people and spend time together. It's just like wines are meant to be drunk. Different people will like different wines. It's not fair to compare a Savignon Blanc with a Muscat. But if a red doesn't leave the cellar because it is in a seafood restaurant, it surely needs to go to a steak house instead. It's pointless just sitting on the shelf, hoping someone would read your label. She just sits and writes dribble online. And I'm the one without the cerebral activity?! She lifted the glass. A part of me disappeared in between her lips. I felt her eye brows gathered, the most slightest of a wince. I suppose, out of politeness, she smiled to her companions. Doesn't like red wine, no wonder she can't find a man! She needs a sophisticated man to teach her what is important in life! Sigh... at least she didn't pretend that she liked me, but offered me to her companions instead.