In love with long hair

We soon arrived at the restaurant, I had picked out a dark and romantic Italian place that had it’s seating in private booths with curtains. She knew of the place and was actually excited as she had never been here but always wanted to try it. Score one for Ken!
We were led to our booth and I was given the wine list. “Red or white Carole?” I asked. “Well, I have never had a drink before so you choose” she replied. I chose white as I thought that red may be too much for her to handle for the first time. Our wine arrived and I motioned for the waiter to just leave the bottle. I raised my glass to hers and said “to us then.” She simply nodded and took a sip. I could tell she liked it very much and in no time I had poured her another. After a while the food arrived and we talked about our childhoods. She grew up on a farm not too far away and her parents still worked it. I could then see why she dressed the way she did as she had no other influence then that farm. As the food was finished we kept the wine flowing. I then ordered another bottle with no objections from her. Score two for Ken! I finally slowed down her pace after her fifth glass. I could tell she was now getting a bit loopy. She then looked at me and blurted out “Ken, why are you here with me?”