A girlfriend of mine told me tonight that she is looking for a prince. Cliché as it sounds, she has maybe settled and compromised too much in the recent past. So, I can see why she would go there. I do not want any such thing. No thanks. Do those guys even know how to do their own laundry? Doubtful. I want a best friend, who will take care of me when I’m not quite up to the task, with whom I can have lots of sexy time.
My girlfriends and I have recently divided the men in our lives into two categories. Cookies and cake. Everybody wants cake (and I know one friend who landed/baked hers). But, sometimes when you’re waiting for your cake to show up you snack on cookies. Our debate comes into play when we are trying to decide about whether cookies can be too distracting. I mean, if you’re full on cookies the day your cake shows up you might not even know your cake is there. Just another lesson in moderation, I guess.
So, cookies you date casually, cake you think has potential for long term. I don’t mix in any other dessert metaphors, because I think that just creates confusion. But, cookie cake has been brought up. I don’t know that I’ve met one of those. He would have to be a crazy balance of risky and stable. Is that possible?
I think we all want different kinds of cake. I am personally not holding my breath for wedding cake, having recently taken the leftovers of the last one out of the freezer and chucked them. Something a little sweeter than what I usually go for would be nice. I don’t even want to introduce the cake to my son, not for a good while. I just want to enjoy it for myself, and let it earn its chance to be shared later. I’m not in any hurry to pass the cake around.
In the meantime, though, I sure do like cookies.