Cab or blend? What makes us make the call?

I know. Wine, again. I get it. But it's a great metaphor.  Stick with me on this one. It may not pay off, but I really think this one shows promise.

So, I have to just put this out there. I am in love with man that I cannot have.  I just am. Now don't get judgy.  That's not fair. Let me tell you about this. 

So, X, as I call him, is my rock.  He's in on the east coast. He's married. I know. I can feel your judgmental attitude. I would be in the same position.  I don't believe in cheating. I don't believe in cheaters.  I don't even believe in the whole "I'm giving him something that she doesn't" thing.  I just don't.  But I love him, am in love with him, but it doesn't make me despicable.  It just makes me real.

What I love about X is that he's genuine.  I love that he loves with a whole heart.  There are about a million things that I find sexually attractive to him: he's funny, he's ambitious, he's passionate.  He's an amazing dad.  And, he's got biceps that I would like to lick.  But one of the things that I find irresistible about him is that he says all the time about how he wants to make his spouse happy.  I long for that.  I long for someone to want to make me happy. I long to make someone happy, truly happy. I cannot tell you how moving it is to hear someone who just wants to be loved, and wants to love, seek that out in others.  It's hot.  Completely and totally.

So that's why I love him. 

So what in the Hell does this have to do with wine?  My point is this: I drink the remainder of a bottle of Cabernet.  There was only one glass (all right, one and a half glasses) left.  I am left with opening another bottle.  Do I open up another bottle of cab, knowing that I may not appreciate it as much because I already had a glass or two, or do I open a blend because it will "do the trick", but not waste the good stuff as I am already buzzed?  Again. I am a grown up. A realist.  I know that I should just open the blend.  The "good" cab will be wasted on me right now, despite how tantalizingly delicious it is. 

So there's the parallel.  Sometimes, as yummy as it all seems, as much as we want it, we act differently.  We make the right choice, the option that will preserve our lifestyle, turning down the temptation, even though it would most clearly be a more fulfilling, fun, and fantastic ride.   The fantasy is great, but we all know that what makes it so incredible is the surreality of it all.  We never fantasize about the arguments, about dishes in the sink, about who took out the garbage. That's the reality of relationships.  Reality sucks, but the fantasy, oh those fantasies... they're so hot and so fulfilling.  It does carry me through.  And that's okay.  Because I can sleep well, knowing that I am drinking a blend,  but pretending that it's a cab.