The
Sexy Devil Martini
Have
you ever had the past come back and bite you in the ass?
Why is it that it always seems to happen at the most inconvenient
moments? Ever had moments in your life where you have
oozed sexuality? This is a martini that makes you sit
back and shake your head. It is also a martini that creates
the most amazing sexual aura that no man or woman can
resist.
The Sexy Devil martini
is a luscious blend of Vodka, Cranberry Vodka and Dry
Vermouth. This is a martini that can only be described
in one word "Sassy!" I have witnessed this martini
take the most insecure person and transform them into
someone that is totally desirable. The combination of
cranberry and vermouth somehow makes this martini a drink
that is slightly sweet but it releases everyone’s
hidden sexuality.
This is a martini that should only be consumed by people
when they are prepared to release their inhibitions.
This martini was
introduced when I was least expecting it. It was a night
when I was just hanging out and enjoying my fabulous girlfriends.
We had gathered at our favorite lounge, for a martini
and some great conversation. This was the night; I let
someone else order the martinis. Maybe that was my mistake?
Maybe not? However, it was incredible fun! The martinis
where ordered by a gentlemen who was trying to impress
my table of lovely ladies. Ya know, there are a few things
that a man can do to impress me: 1. flowers (sorry, I
am a helpless romantic and smelly blossoms always work)
and 2. sending martinis to a women’s table. Please
note: that even though I am impressed by the superficial
stuff, that does reflect that I am high maintenance; besides
we are talking about first impressions!
So, as the story
goes, a great round of martinis arrived, sent to us by
a mystery man. They were delicious and being consumed
with great zest. Particularly by one of my girlfriends:
she had not been feeling too hot lately, due to her ability
to always pick the wrong guy. She had this knack of selecting
men that I would describe as self- involved boys, not
mature gentlemen. These boys seemed to make minimal effort
in dating her and never did anything to make her feel
special. On this evening, we had been discussing how she
needed to find a true gentleman who would treat her like
the precious jewel that she is. Voila, in walks
“Mr.
Mysterious Martini Sender.”
We decided
that Mr. Mysterious Martini, (Mr. MM for short), was very
handsome so we invited him to join our group. My girlfriend
was in fine form by this time and he instantly gravitated
towards her. It did not take long for me to decide that
Mr. MM was very cool and a true gentleman.
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