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He said: Hey, do you wanna go for a walk sometime??
Me said: Yeah sure…I guess so…
He said: Ok, what about a movie instead?
Me said: Hmmm okay, we could maybe do that…
He said: Alright, what about for dinner. Do you like chicken wings? We could go out for some beer and some wings?
Me said: Should we go now? I can drive if you don’t have a car. What did you say your name was again? No time now to answer, you can tell it to me on the way! Hop in, let’s go!
I. Love. Guys. Not for their strength, not for their character, not for the way their broad shoulders fill out sports jerseys, not even for the way they fill out a great pair of jeans. Nope. What I love most about guys is what they eat. And the way they eat. And especially how much they eat. Even now my heart flutters just thinking about all the foods I can nibble off their plates: mounds of nachos with melted cheese, gravy covered french fries, greasy meatball subs and baby back ribs covered in a sweet, sweet BBQ sauce. Mmmmmm.
Guys are never on diets. Well at least not the ones I date. Mine stay relatively fit either at the gym, staying active with friends or more commonly by some cruel cosmic joke in which they can eat what they want and not gain weight. They have guy’s bodies and they love ‘em and I love ‘em for it. I also admire their inherent confidence and their ability to wear loose clothing all year round as per the wardrobe society has allotted to them which, when worn properly, is never skin tight. You can hide a lot of extra meat under a guy’s wardrobe.
Of course I love my girlfriends as well but all too often what and where we eat is determined by who’s currently on which fad diet and how much they ate the previous day/week/month or in seventh grade (baby fat has no expiry date). I also recognize that I’m especially guilty of this. For example, save for a special occasion, there’s no way I’d go out for a big meal within the week after Thanksgiving dinner. That’s a Dieting 101 no-no. Plus it’s just plain crazy! However, I do love my girls because I can eat a large salad for dinner with them and they’d understand why I’m not also having a Porterhouse steak on the side.
This gender separation is even more evident when you look at products marketed to each. Men’s magazine Maxim routinely features articles such as Best Stadium Food, posts recipes on how to make such ‘light’ fare as Macaroni, Cheese and Mini–Hot Dog Tiramisu and then there’s their annual Food Awards, which also had an award for the ‘Best use of duck fat’. Conversely, over at Cosmopolitan, a decidedly women focused magazine, I can easily learn how to Drop 5 Pounds in a Week, and about The 10 Best Weight-Loss Tips Ever. I’ve yet to read the Cosmo articles but I’ll bet anything that neither includes ‘duck fat’ and how best to use it.
Oftentimes, going out for dinner with a guy is a whole new experience in cuisine: You want to put Italian sausage, ham, salami, bacon, ground beef and pepperoni on ONE pizza? Can they even do that? Cheddar cheese on a thick slice of deep-dish apple pie? Never heard of it but I’m happy to try it off your plate. A cream sauce on the steak with a fully loaded baked potato on the side?? Well if you’re going to have it then I’ll definitely have to try it!
My meal predilection is not limited to dates either. My good friends know (and probably hate) this one trait of mine. Whenever I’m invited over for dinner, the first question I’ll ask is: What’s on the menu? Sure I want your company and yes I’d like to catch up with you and of course I can’t wait to see you too but still…can you run that menu by me again?
So yes, I date mainly for the food and see nothing wrong with this. The way to my heart is definitely through his stomach. Young or old, rich or not as rich – I’m an equal opportunity dater and whoever brings forth the tastiest dish will undoubtedly deserve all my love and affection. And should my next date order a plate of deep fried macaroni and cheese, he may just be my soul mate.
I think I’m in love!