When my wife has some fruit, cake, ice cream, whateaver, she lovingly shares it with me, spooning delicious bites into my mouth.
But, when I get a hold of Haagen Daz Choc Choc Chip Ice cream–one of those tiny cups–I act like a pit bull guarding my bowl.
I can’t help it. It’s like a little religious ritual and I don’t want to be disturbed. Afterwards I feel guilty–like right now–but, mmmmmm it was good.
If the above inanity gets you depressed, what about sharing food? Here in Japan a lot of the eating is communal–lots of different dishes for sharing. At a Western restaurant it is clearly this is mine, and that is yours.
When my wife starts eyeballing my plate I automatically start projecting a defensive posture.
Do you share your food at restaurants? Is everybody’s plate fair game?
Hey Pooch, instead of answering your question, I have another one instead.
I’m sure you like that ice cream, but if you knew for an absolute certainty that every time you put your arms around it and growl at your wife defending your ‘territory’ that you put a barrier between the two of you that one day may be too high to even reach over, would you still hoard your ice cream/rice/potato chips or whatever??
Why would you use anything to let her know that you prefer IT to showing generosity to the one who prefers YOU to all others and clearly shows that to you too.
This COULD be about ice cream, or it could be you’re harboring some anger and you’re just USING the food issue to make her back off.
No answer required, of course, just some more ‘food’ for thought.
“Erlich, the woman is a TURNIP!!”
“I know, but my mom always told me to eat my vegetables!”
I’ll have you know that I’d magnanimously dole out a few spoonfulls of Rum Raison or Cappucino to my wife and daughter any day of the week rather than lose them.
When my chief eats his chocolate, chocolate, chip, I just sit back and watch. He enjoys this ice cream so much. I would search this town to find it for him. Would he share? Of course, but he loves me enough not to ask…
I just think that is so romantic. I can see a princess scouring a dark city during a blizzard searching 24-hour convenient stores in the bad part of town for Choc Choc Chip ice cream in the name of love.
I see her waiting for her man at the dock with a half-gallon of ice cream and a tear in her eye.
You are scum of the lowest form to deny sharing with your wife just one spoonful. How could you do that? That sounds like grounds for divorce for me. I’m sure your wife could lovingly feed someone else and they would be glad to share their ice cream with her. You should be tied to a whipping post and given 30 lashes.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
If you’d wear high heels, a fishnet g-string, a leather catmask and a peek-a-boo bra, I’d let you give me those 30 lashes…AND, I’d share my ice cream with you.
