Poly(game)y
Throughout my life, I had only heard the phrase a couple of times. I never really cared or associated myself. It wasn't until I had stood up to shake hands with a woman and she had announced herself as "The First Wife" that I realized my life wasn't quite normal. Later on, I had happen to become quite close with her - throughout the luxurious parties and rich wine - to which always had a certain palette: oak, wood, smoked, etc. I never called myself a wine snob, though surrounded by many. I never had to pour my own glass either. It was luxurious - but luxury only goes so far before you discover a painful divide between the mind of sanity and sociopath.