It is pretty amazing how men can and do at times 'commodotize' women.
In a particular drinking session, a few male buddies had likened women to food.
DC, a veteran in the playing field, had apparently sampled a wide variety of 'cuisine'- from Fish &
Chips to Wanton Mee, Tandoori Chicken to Nasi Lemak, Sauerkraut to Masala Thosai...
(In particular, we noted his inclination towards European fare.)
As one could guess by now, each dish was indicative of a certain ethnicity.
It had been fun racking our brains for a representative chow.
But that was all the fun there was to it.
On a more sober note (after the alcohol effects wore off), I do not exactly appreciate the analogy.
Food is normally enjoyed and subsequently flushed out of the system via taking a dump.
Somehow I would like to think that I would be there to stay, in their (i.e. men) system, for a long long while...
(P.S. I happen to be on a strict Wanton Mee diet! =p)
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