Armagnac-tasting

on the market yesterday, we bumped into an artist friend of my father's, who said her 'gallery' was now open. so we went to have a look. little did i know that it was coupled with a shop selling Armagnac, the local spirit. before i had time to process any of this, my father had already explained i wanted to buy a bottle. despite not liking it much (and saying so), i was then treated to a tasting session.

i felt incredibly silly, warming up the alcohol with my hands while the guy selling it (who turned out to be the artist's son) was telling us all about his life in the area, what he did, etc. i don't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that my father told him we knew his parents that changed him, but he suddenly smiled a lot more. and that's when it hit me that this was the guy my father had wanted me to meet over the Christmas holidays, thinking it would be a good match (to my father, the fact that i live 800kms away is a mere detail). annoying as it was, i had to admit (although not out loud) that he was very charming. in the meantime, my father was, i think, trying to impress the guy with a story that didn't make much sense. i could see the look of relief on the guy's face as i pointed this out (the lack of sense), as he'd obviously been trying to figure out what the connection was.

it was a nice chat while it lasted, but i'm guessing i probably won't be seeing him again between now and my departure. he may only live a couple of miles out, but he has a shop to run and i can't see myself just dropping in on him while he's at work... but as i've already decided i'm now assuming every guy i meet is taken, it doesn't really matter anyway, does it?