Sorry Patrick, I have a new love.

His name is Matthews. Matthews Cellars Claret, that is. And I'm in love with his cabernet and blueberry kisses that leave long, lingering traces of vanilla in my mouth.

I met him this weekend. How ironic because you were there, Patrick, sitting right next to me when I met my new love. In a bitter twist of fate, I think you paid the bill for my meeting with Matthews.

I hope you can understand. You will always be my true love, but you'll have to carve a place for Matthews and his smooth personality.