Of Mushrooms and Men

Tonight I had dinner with a potential mentor. A woman we met on our trip to California who owns her own importing business, she was in town pitching to my boss so that we will eventually carry her wines. We talked about a lot of things - her company and career so far in the wine business, my background and some of the freelance writing that I've done, and a little bit of personal stuff. She told me about how on their first official date she and the man she is marrying came back to her house and left a literal trail of clothes to the bedroom. He woke up the next morning and hasn't left since.

"How about you, are you seeing anyone?" she asked.

"No," I replied, "I've sort of decided to bring the snobby back and take a break from spending time with men who, for lack of a better phrase, aren't good enough for me."

"That's great," she said. "Seeing the wrong man is kinda like watching TV. It can provide some amusement, but overall it's boring and generally a waste of time."

"I love that sentiment," I grinned as I stole another morel off of the shared plate in front of us. "Can I quote you?"

"Absolutely. Now, when are you going to come to Italy with me to see the castles?"