And ‘cause I promised my response – I also chose sex over the food binge.
My fiancé? He chose food.
Oh yeah. He believes that it is more worthwhile to be able to binge endlessly on any and all food without consequence, then to have sex.
As the partner in this relationship (who doesn’t cook, EVER), I find it a bit hard not to be offended by this.
‘Cause I got skillz, yo.
Or so I thought, but apparently my sex is not so competitive with the likes of In and Out, Whattaburger, and Chik Filet.
And listen - I LOVE food – mostly of the candy/cake/pie variety.
But I don’t love it THAT much to give up sex.
Or as Eric put it – “There’s not food that cause me to make my ‘Oh!’ face.”
Oh, and there was the question of whether or not giving up sex included giving up *ahem* self-sex.
The answer of which is no – Thus, you could still have the self-sex and the food binge – I was just referring to the giving up of the sex-with-another-person-type sex.
But honestly, is self-sex enough? For like, the rest of your life? In exhange for unlimited Sonic burgers, some apple pies, and bottemless milkshakes?
One hand, forever more?
Thanks, but no thanks.
At some point, even that gets old.
I’m just sayin’...