"Won't you be wine?"
I can't believe I said it. I had fallen in love on our second date, and all I wanted to do was make an impression, so I decided to ask her, "Won't you be mine?" You know, like it says on a valentine, but in a bit of a Freudian Slip, out came "Won't you be wine?" instead.
I couldn't help it! I had Chateau Bianca Oregon wine on my mind. From Pinot Gris to Riesling to Pinot Blanc, it was all I could think about. I'd been wanting it for dinner, but it wasn't on the menu, and it had slowly become the one thought I had going through my head.
But I was going to use the line. I had already planned on doing it, and I was going to impress her, with nothing holding me back. And that's when I screwed up by saying "Won't you be wine?" Oh, Chateau Biana, why must I love you so?