Just a Thought … Food is Like Sex
See, I once dated a boy pretty seriously and we were talking about married sex. Since neither of us had had any married sex it was all speculation. During the conversation I might have said something about men being animalistic and purely physical and I hated how driven they were by sex. Or something to that effect, not that I’m bitter or angry or anything like that. Anyway, that boy suggested that sex, to a man, is like food — only they don’t need it to survive.
Of course I was appalled and incredibly angry. I kind of overlooked his point about not needing it to survive because he thought equating sex to food was okay and I didn’t like that idea. But tonight I was thinking about what my ex-boyfriend had said, for a rather unrelated reason, and it suddenly made sense to me in a grand, over-arching generalization kind of way.
Food is like sex.
Sometimes you’re staving and you need a big, long meal. Sometimes you just need a little snack. Sometimes it’s like Thanksgiving with all the trimmings and sometime it’s just a quick PB&J over the kitchen counter to keep you from eating out on the way to work. It just costs way too much to eat out.
Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s what I was thinking.