Dating is Like a Box of Chocolates

Dating is like a box of chocolates: a box of chocolates that has been sitting around in your room for weeks. I first created this analogy the summer before I came to American. The boys I had available to me were lacking in quality. In studying my girl friends’ relationships with the opposite sex, I have come to one certain conclusion – women are idiots.

As a female, I will admit – I am an idiot. Idiot is actually the wrong word. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results – hence dating. That we’ll elaborate on another day.

Back to the important stuff – chocolate… furthering the analogy, sometimes I need “dessert”. I have a distinctive and unshakeable desire for “dessert”. I can’t stop thinking about it and the longer I go without dessert, the crankier I get – thus the chocolate box.

This box is old. All the good flavors are long gone. There are flavors I’m not particularly interested in and there are flavors that I have tried and know for certain I don’t like. I entertain the idea of eating the flavors I’m not interested in out of boredom. Something is better than nothing right? So I’ll eat the chocolate and remain unsatisfied.

The chocolates I have tried and I know very well aren’t good are candidates because my desperation has caused momentary lapse in judgment. I know I don’t like them. I know they’re not good. I know that it will not work. Previous experience has shown me that this flavor of chocolate and I do not mix well. Yet, like an idiot, I try it again and spit it out violently. I swear I’ll never do that again (if only).

I’ve exhausted the analogy, but let this resonate as a cautionary tale. Beware of stale chocolate. There’s a reason no one else has snatched them up yet.