The first glass of wine is always nice. It’s something to look forward to. It’s pleasant, easy to handle and gives you a warm feeling. It’s reliable, dependable and above all controllable. Your emotions remain in check, as does your heart rate. The first glass of wine is...well it’s good.
The second glass of wine is a bit more risque. It gives you a tingle and you feel that slight head spin of exhilaration as it warms your soul. It is still something that can be controlled and it’s just a little glimpse as to what lies beyond that balcony, over that hill and around that corner. The second glass of wine tastes so fine but is ultimately something that you can still keep within the boundaries of your own life.
The third glass is ever so bad, but so good. It’s that point where you feel like you could conquer the world and you believe that a 4th or 5th may soon follow...and you don’t care. It’s naughty, mischievous and even a little bit wicked. It removes inhibitions, strips away ethics imposed by society and can bring your darkest fantasies to the fore. The third glass is something that you know you shouldn’t have touched, but when you did you had no regrets. The third glass of wine is the one you are most afraid of...because it shows you who you truly are and not what you think you should be.
When you reach the third glass and you drink from it, you savour every drop and remember every sip. Soon though, you feel guilt and shame and vow never to touch a third glass of wine again.
But the bottle is still there and the wine is fresh and only improves with age.