Thursday, August 29, 2013

Detoxing from dessert and men

There I was, in the car, on my way home from the office to prepare dinner for two friends coming over for a catch-up meal, when my phone pinged.

It was my never-endingly prodigal friend with a BBM message. And thus began another one of our hilarious conversations.

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This conversation actually started earlier in the day, when he'd called me at the office.

And then we'd continued on BBM all while I was back home preparing a healthy culinary feast.

I still remember that I was typing him a message while pureeing some chickpeas for a hummus dip to go with my original tabbouleh.


I wish I could blog about our hilarious conversations, but I've promised to be as circumspect as possible since a couple of months ago.

Or at least to try to be.

And considering that I promised him once again not to blog about our conversations just this afternoon, I can't very well recall our exchanges today.


Anyway, our last exchange took place just as my doorbell rang and the first of my two friends arrived.

Perfect timing. So I put the phone away to concentrate on being a good hostess.

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"I've made all healthy foods for tonight," I said to her. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm trying to detox."

Yes, I'd made hummus, three kinds of very fresh salads and a pumpkin soup from scratch. And I was serving San Pellegrino instead of wine.

Well, she said: "You're detoxing on food, and I'm detoxing on men."

Oh wow. I had to sit down for that one. I hadn't seen her for the last five or six weeks, of course, as I'd been in Japan for the Tokyo summer, and it seems a whole lifetime had happened to her in between.

Apparently she'd just had some ups and downs in a relationship that was neither nor there.


She said: "I can't understand men. One minute they're hot and all over you, and then another minute, they're all cold and they don't know what they want in life. Or they don't know if they want you in their life."

I sighed. I'd heard this story a thousand times before.

So I replied: "Guys can be like that. And if you push them, they'll just run away. So it's best to just concentrate on your own life and be happy when they're there, and forget about them when they're not."


Then I continued, using the word "we" just to make her feel like I was talking about the enlightened female race in general, rather than just her specifically: "We're lucky because we have options and we can live the kind of lives we want, and this isn't dependent on a guy."

This is when she shot me down with a clincher I had no rebuttal for.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "We can sugarcoat this all we want. But let's face it: all women want a guy in their lives. And any female who says otherwise is lying."

Then she added: "And you can quote me in the blog. I've been reading it and you need to spice it up."

How's that for a never-endingly eventful Travelife tonight?


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