Have It Your Way

Some time ago a group of us were having a conversation about how women are always worried about every little detail of their bodies and all the imperfections in them while their significant others just love them the way they are. (For the most part; this is speaking in general terms.) A woman won't be "in the mood" because she's feeling yucky about her body, those extra five or ten or however-many pounds, the firmness that disappeared---whatever. And the guy isn't noticing any of that; he just wants to feel close to his "honey". The woman, in her insecurity, thinks, "I could be just any warm body. He doesn't really care that it's me" and the guy thinks "What is she caring about all of that stuff that I don't care about?? We can't do anything, no hanky-panky, because of stuff that doesn't even matter to me??" Oh, the injustice of it all!

So one member of this group made this analogy (paraphrasing here): "It's like I have this hamburger and it's a little flat maybe and the bun isn't perfectly round and the special sauce isn't spread totally evenly. The meat isn't completely perfect and the lettuce isn't as crisp as it could be maybe. But it's MY hamburger and I'm totally looking forward to it. It's MY hamburger and it's THE. ONE. I. PICKED." And so now he wants to enjoy it. He doesn't want to be deprived of his hamburger because of all the little flaws in it. (Kind of drives home the "being a piece of meat" phrase, if you know what I mean.)

Does any of this ring a bell?? Have you had this conversation? Have you been the hamburger that was too worried or the impatient consumer?

The other day this conversation came to my memory when I saw this magnet. Naturally I had to get it to send to the person who made the analogy:



(You know who you are....it'll be in the mail soon).