Malbec love

last night I opened another one of the wine's I had delivered right to my door courtesy of Wine.com. Once again, I am going to use their name, becaue I liked their wine (a lot). If they have a problem with it, they can try and find me! HA!
Anyhow, the wine of choice was Terrazas de los Andes Reserva Malbec, Reserva, 2004. It is from Argentina. And it was lovely. Much too good for its own good. I actually had one small glass the night before, and last night, because it was so good, I finished the bottle. (Thank God for deep red wine glasses). It has a really nice, deep fruity taste. The bottle mentions that hints of violets should stand out. I must order another bottle (or two, or three) and research that more.
Halfway through the first glass, I decided to sit down and write for a while. Then the phone rang. Before I expound on that, I should explain something to you few readers, first.
I live in a tiny tiny town. I love that. I moved here for a reason. But, men here? Scarce. The one's I meet in the hospital? Usually old, or mentally ill. Bars? Plenty. Men in said local bars? Scary. Especially the ones that are my age, or in my "age range". So, I am doing the internet men shopping option. I have to tell you, its kind of fun. Due to my standards, I have only met a few of them, though. One was a very sweaty man who only wanted to get laid. The next one, I dated him for almost four months. By the end of the four months, I felt like I was nothing but his designated driver that he could treat very disrespectfully whenever he wanted. All he ever did was come up here, and drink until he passed out. Not what I am looking for. That, and he got pissy when I beat him repeatedly in the football pool.
Recently, I have been e mailing with a guy who lives one town over, two miles away. He seems, (should I say it?) Normal. Nice even. Just as I sat down to write last night, he called me. I usually don't like to be interrupted when I write. I didn't mind so much this time. We spoke for an hour, and I still think he is nice, and dare I say, normal. He has a normal job (the last one didn't,) and he wasn't drunk, and he didn't ask if he could come over! Hope springs eternal. In the middle of talking with him, my e mail fired off another guy, this one lives about 20 minutes from here, and he was "requesting communication". Uhm, well, ok, sure! Why not? Spring has sprung. We shall see if I get flowers, or ragweed. But the wine, it was Excellent!

size does matter

I used a phrase last week that I hate. "Plus sized women." Is that really a nice description? I prefer "botticelliesqe", but most people don't get that reference. Why do we even have to have a term for women who are larger than others, anyhow? And its perceived so derogatory. Are there any "plus sized men?" I have never met any. Nor have I ever seen a specific area in a store designated for them. Now, I have seen plenty of men who could meet the criteria, and for the life of me, cannot think of what we are to call them. The only thing that flashes through my mind are the commercials for the "big and tall" store for men. "Beer belly" also comes to mind, but, are there any catalogues for "beer bellied men?" I don't think so. Plus, I know plenty of larger men who don't drink beer. "Food belly?" ahh, I don't know.
And what about these women who starve themselves into minute sizes, so small they have to shop in the teen department at their local whatever. Do I walk around calling them minus sized women? Would they like to be called that? Probably. Because women are so much more hung up about this. I know this is an age old problem that get's discussed in many magazines, feminist groups, and by women of all shapes and sizes. Its just been on my own mind ever since I used that phrase. I think I am going to stick with "botticelliesque", and to hell with the ones who don't get it. They can just refer to me as the crazy, plus sized woman with cats.