The other night I saw a few friends. We had a few drinks. And, I have no memory of how we ended down this particular line of discussion -- but at one point they dared me to compare men to desserts. Seriously. Align different men I had dated with different baked goods and confections in my repertoire.
Ummmm...?
First off, who's to say that all of them would qualify as sweet? I mean once in a while a gal likes a bit of salt in her gent. Well, then maybe they would be salty black licorice, like the kind favored in Scandinavia?
Hmmmm...!
Maybe I can do this after all!
That Argentinian gentleman I dated a while back could most certainly have qualified as "sweet buns."
Wait. That's way too juvenile. Let's try this again...
Nope. This one has me stumped. I either go for obvious, sophomoric humor - potentially involving eclairs - or I give up.
Frankly, I think giving up is the best option here. Better I find a good man -- or a good dessert. The two together might be a bit too much blue skying. But, heck, let's aim for a bright, glorious blue sky on the horizon!
