Guys are like Beer, Women like Wine
Women and men are obviously different, but they are different in the ways that men do not understand and subtleties women may suspect but also do not understand well. Some of this is in the way they grow and develop after the age of about 20 or 25 onward.
A guy is like a beer. A beer is brewed and can be consumed as is when ever. Beer just has to be cooled, poured, and slammed. It is good now and it is good later. Beer is beer. It doesn’t do age, it doesn’t have to be aged. It is the same today, the same next year, the same in ten years, 20 years, and 40 years. Of course if you let bear sit around it gets old and stale. No one does that, they just get another six pack or case. However, the Miller guy is the Miller guy, the Bud guy is the Bud guy, the Corona guy is the Corona guy.
A woman is like a fine bottle of wine. When it is first made it is ok to drink and has a particular flavor, aroma, color, feel on the palate, and complexity when finished. It goes well with some foods and not as good with others. A good aging wine may be high in acid, high in tannins, have some flavors and aromas that are or seem a bit “off” when young. The color may seem a bit bold and the overall complexity may be a bit weak. A person looking for a good aging wine will understand all of the components that make a wine age well and know that all of the qualities in a wine will change in certain ways and blend and smooth and come together in a certain way to make a symphony in time. Most people have no idea about wine or about women and how they age and change especially men, especially young men choosing mates for life.
Most men have no idea what to look for in a woman or how men and women differ. They are like novices trying to impress others at a huge wine tasting with their supposed knowledge of the subject too embarrassed and too ego driven to ask for help or instruction blundering ahead. They stumble from one sampling to another with not rhyme or reason for approving or disapproving one over the other except the most superficial criteria: “it tastes good!” “It is sweet.” It is bright red.”…. Finally they may take a bottle to try with some food to see if it is compatible because they have heard that is what they should do. The food they choose to taste test with is their mama’s spaghetti with the sauce that she always burns and the noodles that are over cooked that has been sent back to the bachelor apartment in a Tupperware container then heated up in a filthy microwave served on a plate that has laid in the sink piled high with dishes for two days and still has crusted fried egg on the rim because it wasn’t quite cleaned with the paper towel and cold water. The wine is carefully decanted into a tall 12 oz tumbler that had held rum & coke melted ice and three cigarette butts just minutes before it was rinsed out in the sink. It still has lipstick on the rim and greasy fingerprints hopefully on the outside of the glass. The biting acid and the dry tannin of the too young wine on the first huge gulp are quickly blotted out with a large fork full of the over cooked twice heated pasta with the burnt sauce. The next gulp, which nearly polishes the glass off, is not quite such a bitter pill to swallow and brings a bit of a smile to the face of the lad and warrants a refill. Soon the bottle is gone, the spaghetti is gone. Friends are called, beer is cracked open and the party is on. The next day when the empty wine bottle is found the memory lingers and sure enough that bottle is the one. A found memory of the wine is fixed in the boys mind and he has chosen his mate for life. This wine and his mom’s cooking a good match. He expects his lady to be like this bottle of wine and stay that way forever and ever until death does them part or whatever the expression they choose. He cracks a beer and gets back to being a guy.
Getting hitched is like buying a case of that special wine. The guy settles on the wine he remembers as the one of his dreams and sets aside his case to age. These should be consumed throughout the course of the couple’s life together. If he is smart he will start by drinking a bottle of this wine often to remember the taste, the aroma, look at the color and enjoy the complexity and see how it is developing over time because the wine will change. The change is a factor of the grapes and the blending and the aging process and all the components that go into growing of the grapes and the harvesting then the treatment after the harvest and finally the brewing. No one can say for sure how it will age so it can only be sampled to tell for sure.
If the guy is normal he will just be swigging his beer and late in the relationship take a bottle out and pop the cork and drink a glass. That will blow his mind when he tastes it because it will be so different than the glass he tried so many years before. The bottle is the same. The grapes in the bottle are the same, they came from the same vineyard, same vines, picked by the same people in the same year, brewed by the same people in the same way in the same place in the same barrels. The cork, the label, almost everything about the wine is the same as it was when it was purchased. What has changed is the way the components have come together in the wine to work in different way. Now the acid has mellowed to add a flavor of the grape leaves after a spring rain, and the earth in a forest and the vines in a blackberry bramble after picking the sweet berries. The dry tannins contribute to these flavors and add to the aromas of bouquets of roses about to opens from young buds and lilies and some other field of wild flower you can’t quite place. The sweetness that use to be there has become a richer background to these components and is just a hint to give body to not sweetness. There is the reminder of the oak barrels that once held the wine, but also a pleasant hickory nut taste finish to the oak. The color of the wine has changed from the bold bright read to a deeper denser red of velvet found on a gown of a middle ages queen eating at the head table by candle light. When the wine is swirled in the glass it clings to the glass crawling up high releasing its bouquet into the air and showing its color thick and creamy. The taste lingers on the palette changing and developing leaving memories of love and life and warmth and outdoors afternoons with friends, evenings with lovers. The experience is so rich and complex it defies a single description. The aromas produces another symphony of experiences that transform from one fine delicate floral qualities, to the bolder fruit leaves and finally the spring time earthy grass and forest and the oaken barrels of the birth of the wine. Another taste is another world of experiences different from the first but somehow similar. A fine bottle of wine. Ages well and continues to add complexity with age all the ingredients that were there always just find there place and seem to work together better and better as time goes on.
Faced with this incredible difference from the first glass consumed so long ago when wine was young and youth was the judge, a typical guy is afraid that he has either grabbed the wrong bottle of wine, bought the wrong case, the wine has gone “bad”, or something is terribly wrong. Most guys will just put the bottle aside, hope that they have made a mistake in grabbing the wrong bottle and the right bottle is still on the shelf and they will get back to it later. They swear they will go back to the wine cellar and get another bottle, but they don’t do it. They don’t want to find out they are wrong. They are afraid of what they might find. They go on drinking their beer, living with their case of wine in the cellar still maturing. If and when they do check on their wine again and find that it is indeed very different and has been aging and changing in the bottle all along, they do not know what to do. They have not really changed. Their tastes have changed a little bit but not much. They have grown up, but essentially they are the same person they always were. Here they are with something so different than they thought they had. What are they to do?
Guys marry women and women change over time. Women actually grow up, mature, get wiser? Well they change. They take all of the things they start out with at about 25 and they rearrange them to make more sense in their world, to answer more questions, to solve more problems, to live in the world more compatible (well, maybe not that last one, but maybe so). As women grow and change somehow they sort of think or expect that men do to, but men don’t change much except out of necessity. A guy gets a heart attack and quits smoking. A guy has liver problems and quits drinking. Those are the changes a guy makes. If a couple does not stay in contact over a marriage they will always grow apart
It does need to be said. A few women do have their corks a bit lose. When they age they turn to vinegar. They older they get the sourer they get. Some get bitter and rancid. Some peak at twenty-five and are down hill after that. Then again, sometimes the electricity on the cooler where the beer is kept is broken too and the beer goes stale too. Can’t take this analogy too far I guess.
A guy is like a beer. A beer is brewed and can be consumed as is when ever. Beer just has to be cooled, poured, and slammed. It is good now and it is good later. Beer is beer. It doesn’t do age, it doesn’t have to be aged. It is the same today, the same next year, the same in ten years, 20 years, and 40 years. Of course if you let bear sit around it gets old and stale. No one does that, they just get another six pack or case. However, the Miller guy is the Miller guy, the Bud guy is the Bud guy, the Corona guy is the Corona guy.
A woman is like a fine bottle of wine. When it is first made it is ok to drink and has a particular flavor, aroma, color, feel on the palate, and complexity when finished. It goes well with some foods and not as good with others. A good aging wine may be high in acid, high in tannins, have some flavors and aromas that are or seem a bit “off” when young. The color may seem a bit bold and the overall complexity may be a bit weak. A person looking for a good aging wine will understand all of the components that make a wine age well and know that all of the qualities in a wine will change in certain ways and blend and smooth and come together in a certain way to make a symphony in time. Most people have no idea about wine or about women and how they age and change especially men, especially young men choosing mates for life.
Most men have no idea what to look for in a woman or how men and women differ. They are like novices trying to impress others at a huge wine tasting with their supposed knowledge of the subject too embarrassed and too ego driven to ask for help or instruction blundering ahead. They stumble from one sampling to another with not rhyme or reason for approving or disapproving one over the other except the most superficial criteria: “it tastes good!” “It is sweet.” It is bright red.”…. Finally they may take a bottle to try with some food to see if it is compatible because they have heard that is what they should do. The food they choose to taste test with is their mama’s spaghetti with the sauce that she always burns and the noodles that are over cooked that has been sent back to the bachelor apartment in a Tupperware container then heated up in a filthy microwave served on a plate that has laid in the sink piled high with dishes for two days and still has crusted fried egg on the rim because it wasn’t quite cleaned with the paper towel and cold water. The wine is carefully decanted into a tall 12 oz tumbler that had held rum & coke melted ice and three cigarette butts just minutes before it was rinsed out in the sink. It still has lipstick on the rim and greasy fingerprints hopefully on the outside of the glass. The biting acid and the dry tannin of the too young wine on the first huge gulp are quickly blotted out with a large fork full of the over cooked twice heated pasta with the burnt sauce. The next gulp, which nearly polishes the glass off, is not quite such a bitter pill to swallow and brings a bit of a smile to the face of the lad and warrants a refill. Soon the bottle is gone, the spaghetti is gone. Friends are called, beer is cracked open and the party is on. The next day when the empty wine bottle is found the memory lingers and sure enough that bottle is the one. A found memory of the wine is fixed in the boys mind and he has chosen his mate for life. This wine and his mom’s cooking a good match. He expects his lady to be like this bottle of wine and stay that way forever and ever until death does them part or whatever the expression they choose. He cracks a beer and gets back to being a guy.
Getting hitched is like buying a case of that special wine. The guy settles on the wine he remembers as the one of his dreams and sets aside his case to age. These should be consumed throughout the course of the couple’s life together. If he is smart he will start by drinking a bottle of this wine often to remember the taste, the aroma, look at the color and enjoy the complexity and see how it is developing over time because the wine will change. The change is a factor of the grapes and the blending and the aging process and all the components that go into growing of the grapes and the harvesting then the treatment after the harvest and finally the brewing. No one can say for sure how it will age so it can only be sampled to tell for sure.
If the guy is normal he will just be swigging his beer and late in the relationship take a bottle out and pop the cork and drink a glass. That will blow his mind when he tastes it because it will be so different than the glass he tried so many years before. The bottle is the same. The grapes in the bottle are the same, they came from the same vineyard, same vines, picked by the same people in the same year, brewed by the same people in the same way in the same place in the same barrels. The cork, the label, almost everything about the wine is the same as it was when it was purchased. What has changed is the way the components have come together in the wine to work in different way. Now the acid has mellowed to add a flavor of the grape leaves after a spring rain, and the earth in a forest and the vines in a blackberry bramble after picking the sweet berries. The dry tannins contribute to these flavors and add to the aromas of bouquets of roses about to opens from young buds and lilies and some other field of wild flower you can’t quite place. The sweetness that use to be there has become a richer background to these components and is just a hint to give body to not sweetness. There is the reminder of the oak barrels that once held the wine, but also a pleasant hickory nut taste finish to the oak. The color of the wine has changed from the bold bright read to a deeper denser red of velvet found on a gown of a middle ages queen eating at the head table by candle light. When the wine is swirled in the glass it clings to the glass crawling up high releasing its bouquet into the air and showing its color thick and creamy. The taste lingers on the palette changing and developing leaving memories of love and life and warmth and outdoors afternoons with friends, evenings with lovers. The experience is so rich and complex it defies a single description. The aromas produces another symphony of experiences that transform from one fine delicate floral qualities, to the bolder fruit leaves and finally the spring time earthy grass and forest and the oaken barrels of the birth of the wine. Another taste is another world of experiences different from the first but somehow similar. A fine bottle of wine. Ages well and continues to add complexity with age all the ingredients that were there always just find there place and seem to work together better and better as time goes on.
Faced with this incredible difference from the first glass consumed so long ago when wine was young and youth was the judge, a typical guy is afraid that he has either grabbed the wrong bottle of wine, bought the wrong case, the wine has gone “bad”, or something is terribly wrong. Most guys will just put the bottle aside, hope that they have made a mistake in grabbing the wrong bottle and the right bottle is still on the shelf and they will get back to it later. They swear they will go back to the wine cellar and get another bottle, but they don’t do it. They don’t want to find out they are wrong. They are afraid of what they might find. They go on drinking their beer, living with their case of wine in the cellar still maturing. If and when they do check on their wine again and find that it is indeed very different and has been aging and changing in the bottle all along, they do not know what to do. They have not really changed. Their tastes have changed a little bit but not much. They have grown up, but essentially they are the same person they always were. Here they are with something so different than they thought they had. What are they to do?
Guys marry women and women change over time. Women actually grow up, mature, get wiser? Well they change. They take all of the things they start out with at about 25 and they rearrange them to make more sense in their world, to answer more questions, to solve more problems, to live in the world more compatible (well, maybe not that last one, but maybe so). As women grow and change somehow they sort of think or expect that men do to, but men don’t change much except out of necessity. A guy gets a heart attack and quits smoking. A guy has liver problems and quits drinking. Those are the changes a guy makes. If a couple does not stay in contact over a marriage they will always grow apart
It does need to be said. A few women do have their corks a bit lose. When they age they turn to vinegar. They older they get the sourer they get. Some get bitter and rancid. Some peak at twenty-five and are down hill after that. Then again, sometimes the electricity on the cooler where the beer is kept is broken too and the beer goes stale too. Can’t take this analogy too far I guess.
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