I began to realize I am either:
i) so snobbish that I only make friend and associate with noble gluttons.
ii) so cheesilliciously charismatic that I attract all noble gluttons around me.
All my girlfriends are, hmm…. to say the least, “have the appetite for food”. They all share one same quality too—extremely cheesable. They are those who will go ga-ga over the verbal mention of “cheesy”.
And I’ve never imagined just to what extend one would go all for the sake of gluttony. I only learnt it today.
I was walking up the escalator with this friend, Miss U. Just like any other time we were talking about the extra flab on our toe (yes, toe) and at the same time cheese fondue.
Out of the yellow, she suddenly looked coy, weird and bashfully called me out, “ Cheesie……”
I turned around and looked at her in suspicion. This was SO NOT like her.
Then she continued, “I know it’s already the 21st century but still, do you think a girl should propose to a guy?”
I gave her the what-the-cheese glance.
Here’s the insightful conversation that ensued.
MISS U: “I mean, is there any way I can do it without the guy feeling totally overwhelmed?”
ME: “(nonchalant) Well you can always drop him a hint and let him do the rest if he gets it.”
MISS U: (displays the I-so-mean-it expression
)“That’s NOT a proposal. I mean, propose, as in, handing flowers and kneeling down?!”
ME: “ (almost choked) Are you cheeses?!”
Well I just cant accept the idea of a young bubbly girl my age proposing to a guy junior to her whom she has known like, few months?!
ME: “Have you had too much cheese today? Are you serious about marrying this dude? Or do you just wanna be married to SOMEONE?”
MISS U: “Well… not really… of course it’s the best if he can be the one, but to tell the truth, the reason I came out with this idea, is…hmmm… probably I just feel like having babies as soon as possible.”
ME: “What’s wrong with having babies at 30? Don’t tell me you’re obsessed with the idea of your daughter sharing her wardrobe with you?”
MISS U: “ (with much enthusiasm) Actually, It’s not about the baby but I just wanna be pregnant!”
ME: “…………..(speechless)”
MISS U: “ (continues drifting in her daydream) You know, when I get pregnant, I can eat whatever I want… fried mozzarella with salsa dip, double choco mud pie with choco hot fudge, triple cream meringue sprinkled with caramelized pecans, extra-cheese pizza… Yummm… I mean, you are allowed to eat just as much as you like when you are pregnant and not feel guilty, right?”
ME: “…………(speechelesser)”
Oh holy cheese. A girl wants to propose to her few-months-long boy friend all because… because… because… SHE WANTS TO EAT?!?!??!?!
Join da club man!
Later then, Miss U told me that’s not the only reason. She said she has signed up a slimming program but is postponing it because she wants to wait till she gets married, be pregnant, pig out (note: this is the whole point), deliver the child, then go for the treatment, so that “it wont waste my money cuz what’s the point of successfully slimming down when you have to be fat (post-natal) again?”.
I cant say it is nonsense can i?
