Nexpose, 57

Which Witch are you? Adoring, chivalrous hunk is seeking out a distraught wench cast from the village because of her true witch powers and tall pointy witch hat. The small village didn't get you. You are always trying to help. So what, you turned a few kids into newts or something? Big deal. And men? You can't understand why the entire male species is so strange, so distant, so uncaring. And yet they still want to get into your witch pants so readily. And just when the clouds are gathering in a storm-head... you see, in the corner of your eye, off in the distance, a guy dressed like a medieval knight or something, in really cool shoes, riding a tall horse, which is a metaphor I'm hoping your sub-conscious will process in my favor, btw. You sense a rescue. You sense a guy with style. you sense, maybe this is the one. And he rides right by you and hits on your friend. Okay, now that was funny. Wait, rewind, different ending. He grabs YOU, hoists you onto the back of his saddle, which causes you a great amount of discomfort, but what the hell this is a fantasy. You go off to at least a 4-star hotel and totally have the most mind-blowingexperience of your life followed by room service (try the macadamia prawns--spectacular). Anyway, if you aren't already confused, use your witch powers to conjure up the idea that not all of the men here are the same, not all of the guys who are single deserve to be, and lets have a freakin' drink, laugh, and make out. Why does this have to be so hard? Go forth witch and find out how I have made this knight aged like a perfect wine. Okay, Vinegar.