ordering a glass of port for lunch is a sure sign of an overeducated woman
telling the waitress the port is cloudy is a sure sign of a  woman who is a snob
conversing about medieval French literature and Japanese architecture is a sure sign
of a woman without friends
ordering two more glasses of port is a sure sign of a woman who has some
redeeming qualities
conversation becoming  more lucid  when she is in her cups is a
sure sign of a woman who is bilingual
talking about   people we both know is a sure sign of a woman with
unseemly friends
saying she finds my poetry insightful is a sure sign of a
woman who is a pathological liar
asking me to come over to her apartment for one more drink is a sure sign
of a woman without   taste or discrimination
inquiring as to whether I would like to stay over
is a sure sign of a desperate woman
telling me she enjoys listening to my stories is a sure sign
of a woman who needs to get out more
asking me what I am doing for New Years Eve in late October is a sure sign
of a woman whose life is too organized
chanting with candles is a sure sign of a woman who
may be in touch with her spirit but whose mind is nowhere to be found
I have known all these woman or some combination of the same
it has been an interesting ride but one I only need to go on once
to realize that I don't like port wine, hubris or an uncharted life.