Of Sharing Fries And Men

I love fries and I could almost always finish a whole serving by myself. But I also don’t mind sharing. It’s actually kind of fun, because it’s hard to be sure how much fries I’ll get to eat when sharing with other people. I could end up only getting less than a handful, or if I’m lucky (and quick enough), I could end up with plenty. So, in a way, sharing can make things more exciting.

Of course, there are times when I just don’t feel like sharing. I want a whole big portion of fries, and I just want to eat it all by myself. Nope, no sharing. Not even one fry. And should anybody dare to reach for MY fries, I can promise you all hell will break loose. It’s like a reenactment of the Gollum’s “my precious” scene from Lord of the Rings.

When it comes to fries, it’s easy to say you don’t want to share. Well, not easy-easy, but it can be done. Here’s how:

“Hey do you wanna order a plate of fries to share?”

Me: “Uh, I’m gonna order one for myself.. so…” (Dude, get your own fries)

“Cool, then I’ll just have a few from you..”

Me: “Yeah, um, well I’m pretty sure I’m gonna finish mine.. so you might wanna get another one ”  (Back off, Bitch!)


See? Not that hard, is it?

Now let me tell you what’s harder to do: It’s when you don’t want to share that ‘someone’ with anyone else. It’s that early stage in a relationship when things are not too serious, but you don’t want things to be too casual either. You like the guy, you like spending time with him, and all is good. But it bothers the hell out of you to think that he’s also spending time with other women. It’s such an irritating feeling, and for a second, you actually want to put a collar on him and lock him up!

So, you don’t want to share this guy with anyone, but you don’t know what to do about it. Well, unfortunately I don’t have the answer either. But here’s something you can consider doing :

Have the “talk”. Yes, I know, it’s one of the most dreadful things to even think about. No one wants to open up and be seen as vulnerable. Well, get over it. It has to be done. Talk about where you see this “relationship” going, and what you want out of  it. Be as clear and direct as possible – this is your chance to speak out and define the terms.

I must confess I haven’t mustered the courage to have the “talk” yet. My version went a little differently:

“So I’m meeting this girl tomorrow”

Me: “Okay. Cool” (WHAT!?!? HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN??)


Me: “Nope. I’m fine” (I’M GONNA KILL YOU! AND HER!!)

I’m hoping I’ll be able to swallow my pride and have the “talk” soon. But in the meantime, at least I have this blog to vent out my frustrations. If anyone has any suggestions on how to avoid “sharing”, please share your thoughts! 🙂


Of Better Fries and Better Men

Have you ever stayed with someone because you didn’t think you could find someone better? I have. I thought I wouldn’t be able to find anyone I could get along with better, who would treat me better, or understand me better. So I stayed. Even though I had this nagging feeling inside me that it wasn’t right. But I couldn’t bring myself to believe in the idea of “better things to come”.

Was I too pessimistic? Perhaps. Although I’d like to think of it as me being blinded, or rather, blindfolding myself. So I stayed. Blinded. Thinking that I couldn’t have found someone ‘better’.

I had the same attitude about fries too. I loved my plain salted fries and didn’t think there would be any other type of fries that could taste better. There were other fries out there, screaming out at me, pleading for my attention. But I didn’t care. They couldn’t possibly be better. So I stuck to the usual. Blinded. Until recently. Thanks to New York Fries and their Nacho fries, I discovered that ‘better’ did exist! And more importantly, that I could have it! They were easily the most delicious fries I’ve ever had in my life!

Not long after, I was proven wrong again. Very wrong. Contrary to my belief, there was someone out there, who was better for me in every single way that I never thought possible. As I’m writing this, my mind is still blown away by this recent discovery. But it is real, and ‘better’ is real.

The most important thing I learned is that ‘better’ things came to me only when I allowed myself to be open. I removed my blindfold and took a chance. Because ‘better’ can’t happen when you’re blinded or closed off. So make this your mantra for today: open your eyes, open your heart, and embrace all the ‘better’ things that will come into your life.


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