Once in a while, I would sit and think about why I keep associating women with food.

My mother fed me when I was young.  My wife feeds me now.  Women feed men.  When my son was a baby, he called his mother 'UmMa' and food 'MamMa'.  One connection there.

When I was a young man, whole world of restaurants and exotic food opened up to me.  Likewise, there was a whole world of women suddenly.  Discovering new food, exotic drinks and women was a weekly event then.  My mantra at the time was You are not trying hard enough if you don't get at least two No a week.  The mantra helped ease the pain of refusal.  The amazing part was where I found the mantra: in a fortune cookie.  When I cracked it open and read the paper, I said "Wow!": a hormone-loaded enlightenment.

As I aged, I learned to appreciate good food over new food and good women over new women.  Some looked good, but tasted bad.  Some look so so, but tasted good.  I started to appreciate the cost too.  I weaned off expensive food and women who demanded too much of my time.

These days, I eat at home mostly.  But occasionally, I feel like eating out.  Thankfully, my lazyness keeps those urges in check when they raise their head.  It takes a lot of energy to eat out you know.

I understand that being compared to food is degrading to most women.  If you feel offended, sorry about that.  If you like, you are welcome to compare me to food, pasta preferably.  I like pasta.