A man sat in his study with a book in one hand and a glass of rich Cabernet beside him.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
Dad:
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and his 17-year-old son walked in with red, watery eyes.
Son:
“Dad… can we talk?”
The father closed his book and looked at him.
Dad:
“Of course. What’s wrong?”
The boy took a deep breath.
Son:
“Why are girls so mean?”
The father smiled knowingly. He picked up his glass of wine and held it toward his son.
Dad:
“Here. Have a sip.”
The boy smelled it first, then took a small sip.
Son:
“Bleh! How do you drink that?”
The father chuckled and took the glass back.
Dad:
“Son, women are a lot like wine.”
He took another sip.
Dad:
“The girls you’re dating now are too young. Their rough edges haven’t had time to settle. They’re often immature, unpredictable, and difficult to understand.”
“With time, though, just like good wine, people can mature. Their rough edges soften, and they can become much more pleasant company.”
The boy nodded thoughtfully.
Dad:
“But wine can also age too long. Eventually, it loses its character, becomes sour, and isn’t nearly as enjoyable as it once was.”
The father finished his glass in one gulp.
The boy stared at him in horror.
Son:
“When does that happen?”
The father poured himself another glass.
Dad:
“I don’t know. How old is your mother?”