Hungry Girl

I met Jeff at a local pub while waiting in line for beer and listening to 80’s tunes on the juke box. In fact, his friend and I were actually hitting it off quite well…that is, until his friend found himself too drunk to stand in line any longer. Enter Jeff. Initially, I wasn’t really all that attracted to him physically, but he was smart, funny and very entertaining. So, I agreed to go out with him. The first date was billed as “dinner and a comedy club”. We arrived with plenty of time to spare, grabbed our tickets and proceeded to a charming Italian restaurant down the street. We ordered cocktails and perused the menu. After the waiter took my order for a chicken and sundried tomato penne entree, Jeff advised him that he was simply “good with just the wine”. He then explained to me that he had been obese as an adolescent and young adult. And, after losing nearly one hundred pounds by limiting his daily intake to a two liter container of diet soda, he found that he could now only eat one meal a day to maintain his weight loss. And, since he had eaten breakfast that day, he was done.

Now, I am average height and weight, but I must say, I LOVE MY FOOD. Eating is not only a necessity for nourishment, it is a social ritual that brings me great joy - to me, sharing a meal with someone is intimate, it fosters meaningful dialogue and is truly one of my favorite hobbies. And as I quickly learned that night with Jeff, it is just not the same when someone simply watches me eat.

Not wanting to be too quick to judge, I suggested for our next date that we go to dinner again but that this time, it be Jeff’s daily meal. He was game and I suggested my favorite sushi spot. He asked if he could order for both of us and I obliged. It is important to note that he ordered significantly less than what I order there when I am ALONE. And, when the petite, itsy-bitsy order arrived, he quickly ate his share and confidently announced how incredibly full he was! Again, I do not think I eat an abnormally large amount of food, but I am also not a dainty “oh I’m already full after one bite of lettuce” kind of gal either. However, in an effort to not appear like a great hungry hippo, I agreed at how filling the meal was. And then, I went home alone and made a sandwich… a really big sandwich. As you may guess, there was no Date #3 and heck, who knows…perhaps he is blogging somewhere today about me as “The REALLY Hungry Girl”!

Lemon: I want a man that shares my vision of a meal as a meaningful experience to share together. I want a man that eats...regularly. And, when he does eat, I want for him to eat as much or more than I do.