Bad news. I have not lost as much weight as I had hoped for. I have been found out by the skin fold callipers. I suppose it's the curse of being alone... I often eat easy, fast food, appetising and filling but not very good for me. I promised Greg I would try harder for our next meeting in six weeks. Six weeks. That sounds a long time but I am going to have to mend my ways quickly. Should I have made a fruit salad for George and Cathy, rather than the crème brulée? Probably, but now it's too late. As the dares became double dares, and the promises became excessive, Fiona declared her willingness to give it a shot. It was Mike's offer of his Chillies CD that turned the tables finally.I hope you understand why this made a difference. I was quite willing to ignore the whole set of veiled insults to my maleness when no-one else was going, but if one of the girls was keen, then it was the least I could do to open my foolish mouth and profess how it was nothing and how I would accompany Fiona. As far as he could remember the body of the exchange had been; Honey, would you do anything for me? Of course, absolutely anything! Even if I let's say, I took advantage of you in your sleep? He had foolishly replied she could take advantage of him at any time, and in any way. That was the clincher. Never agree to a woman till you know exactly what you're agreeing to. Wisdom yes, but the thought had come far too late.He was in now anyway, the globes now had a shiny black bra to push them high. ’ ‘You’re right again,’ he said, ‘though that means that they are not trying to make wine for my taste. I’m not interested. Let’s find another winery to visit.’ ‘Fine by me. I don’t want to stand here and argue with you.’ On that note, we left. Nearby on Main Street, there was a wine shop and supply store. In many ways it resembled a family hardware that, by chance, carried wine and supplies. In the back of the shop, the owner claimed to have a bottle of wine from every state in the United.