Group therapy in a blog.
THINK BEFORE YOU DRINK…
According to a very important survey of single Americans, conducted by The Australian Wine Bureau and Match.com (if you must know), your choice of drink may be making statements about your personality or lifestyle:
Match.com polled more than 2,300 single men and women nationwide and found that 62 percent believe that their date’s choice of beverage provides insight into their lifestyle, and 52 percent felt that it is indicative of their personality.
I guess explains why the guy I drank apple martinis with never called again. He thought he was going to have to spend his life with me watching reruns of Sex and the City and couldn’t stand the idea.
Personality perceptions associated with the top U.S. imported wine countries:
– Ordering a wine from Australia conveys the message that a person is adventurous (62 percent) and fun (32 percent).
[Just a reminder: This survey was conducted with the help of the Australian Wine Bureau, so consider the source.]
– A person that drinks French wine is viewed as pretentious (76 percent) and high-maintenance (65 percent).
— Sexy (40 percent) and stylish (37 percent) were personality traits used to describe a person who orders a wine from Italy.
The Kedem winery apparently could not be reached for comment.
What do you drink, and do you change your drink order depending on the company? Do you have a favorite wine, or do most of them taste the same to you?
Martini’s my drink of choice, but I can’t usually have one if I’m driving myself home. Any wine’s OK as long as it’s not white zinfandel, ’cause I’m a snob. I did disparage a first date in college who ordered a Cider Jack. Heck, I ordered a vodka and tonic, and he got a Cider Jack? On a first date? Quoth Ahnuld: what a girly-man.
I like Shiraz, dark beer, gin (not at the same time of course), and every once in a while I order some 50s cocktail just for fun and curiosity. Oh, and Bartenura etrog liqueur.
I tend to not drink on dates because I’m a cheap drunk. That said, what I drink often depends on who I’m with. If I’m hanging with the boys it’s beer or shots of what they’re having. If I’m having a girl’s night out it’s wine or something fruity. I’ve had fruity girlie beers when I’ve been out with the guys and have acknowedged my beverage as such.
That all said and read, it appears that my choice of drink says that I’m conformist yet willing to take safe chances.
Curious – what do men think if you like bourbon, scotch, cognac? I can see that beer drinking makes you cool and relaxed, one of the boys; that cosmo might suggest you are following in Carrie’s footsteps; and noting hints of tobacco and violet in your wine might project you as pretentious. But what does bourbon say about you?
Bourbon says your a connoisseur with class.
It also means your intelligent, sophisticated, sensitive, aware, a refined adventurer and most importantly a great date. Or so I would like to believe.
Bookers is my poison of choice. It’s the smooth tasting small batch bourbon that has a great kick but goes down smooth and doesn’t make you feel like someone dropped a roasted fire stick on your tonsils. It also has the extra advantage of being one of the strongest bourbons (126 proof) and yet feels almost (but not quite) like a banana daiquiri when imbibed properly.
L’Chaim!
Bottoms up!
writersbloc gal: I’ve found that walking around with a glass of Scotch impresses men. I’m not a big fan of Scotch but I’ve been TRYING to like it for years. Sometimes at weddings (where it’s open bar and over-indulging is easy) I carry around a glass of scotch since it’s a sipping drink and I know it will last longer than the ice cube. In some cases, it will last longer than the marriage.
A theory that might be completely wrong: Men see women who drink scotch as strong and assertive, willing to play with the big boys. Add a cigar and it’s sexy-strong because a cigar isn’t always a cigar.
It’s a stupid fucking idea to judge someone by what he/she drinks. Unless it’s Kool-Aid mixed with beer and milk, that’s really weird.
Drama Kitten…
Finally someone rants about this. Why don’t you also come to my iPod…