I am late to beer. It is not that I didn't drink it, just that it never had the power to move me, as wine has had since my early 20's. But beer kept looking at me late at night, never pushy, never minding that I was making a fool of myself with some wine that was really beneath me. And convention is a powerful thing. I'd flirted with the idea in college, but nothing really blew my skirt up. And besides, it could be a big hassle, it could be scary!
But today, Premium taught me a new kind of love. Lips a few times, just the merest touch, then my throat opened, unbidden, for this new lover and his clean, thin-muscled self. Oh brave new world!
