One day in kindergarten, a redheaded boy named Miles turned his head away while he was eating a Popsicle and I immediately leaned forward to lick it.

I couldn't chew Hubba Bubba grape gum because I found the flavor so incredibly intense that I kept swallowing it.

(And, yes, my appendix did rupture when I was 13.)

At the dentist, a few years later and under the influence of laughing gas, I pinched the hygienist's bum when she turned around to get something.

So, while I love the idea of drinking sparkling wine out of crystal this delicate, I don't trust myself not to bite through the rim.