Of Fries And the Man I Can’t Write About Part I

For the first time, I’m finding it difficult to write.

I don’t think there are words in the English dictionary to describe the magic I experienced during these past two weeks. See, I just used the word magic but it’s still not the right word to capture what I want to say.

But it was magical. A dream. A fantasy. Alice in Wonderland without the scary bits. Narnia without the killing or dying.

In fact, I don’t even know if I want to write about it. I am afraid it might lose its magic if I reduce it to words on a computer screen. I am afraid I might kill its purity by attaching it to adjectives. It’s like a special place that I can escape to whenever I want – a sanctuary for my head. I don’t know if I am ready to bring it out of my head and into the world.

And even if I did want to write about it, I still don’t know if I could find the words. How would I describe his soft blonde hair. Or those curious blue eyes and how they turned grey sometimes. Or that playful smile. Or how his eyes light up whenever he saw me. Or how adorable it was when he struggled to find the correct English word. Or how he hated it when I call him le mignon, which made him even more mignon.

Then, as if it’s not already difficult to write about him, I also have to find a way to relate this whole experience back to fries?! I’m completely at a lost for words and metaphors here!

BUT for the love of this blog, and for all my readers, I promise to try and put the words together and share my experience with you guys in the next post.

Come back here for more Fries and Men 😉


Of Fries and Fairytale Endings

I recently bumped into this guy whose date I’ve turned down a few months ago. And if you recall, it wasn’t because I didn’t like him – he’s actually quite the eligible bachelor. Anyway, he asked me out again, and since I do enjoy his company, I figured why not.

He was working late that night, so we made plans to meet up afterwards. I got done from work earlier than he did and decided to eat something light prior to our date. That ‘something light’ turned out to be an order of fries (no surprise haha) and just as I was reaching my hand into the bag for some fries – my phone rang. It was him informing me that he got done earlier than expected.

I was happy to hear this, of course, but I was also a little disappointed as I looked down at my bag of fries which I had just ordered. I don’t know about you but for me the consumption of fries is almost a holy ritual which cannot be done in a rush, and definitely need to take place while vegging out on the couch. So I stuffed a few fries in my mouth and decided I would save the rest for later. I remember thinking this date better be worth leaving a bag of fries for!

Anyhow, we met up, we had a pleasant time and the conversation flowed naturally. He was even more charming than I remember, and sparks were flying in all direction.

You must be wondering what happened next.

Well, in the fairytale version, it probably ends with a long walk and a romantic declaration of love. And this would mark the start of our ‘happily ever after’.

But this is real life, and this is how it actually ended:

After a long talk, we came to a mutual agreement that while we liked each other very much, we were both really not ready for something more. It would be too complicated to even start anything, given where we both are in our lives. So we decided to be friends. It was all very diplomatic and there were no hard feelings. Then he paid the bill, dropped me home, and that was that.

Was I hoping for a fairytale ending? I guess the little girl in me probably was, but the skeptical grown-up me already knew how it would end. And I was okay with it – I didn’t feel sad or disappointed. I knew that even if it wasn’t a fairytale ending, it was the ending that made perfect sense.

But do you want to know what the best part of the night was?

It was when I came home and finally got to veg out on my couch while pigging out on fries 🙂

That’s when I realized I didn’t need a man waiting for me at home; it was far more fulfilling to come home to fries, as silly as it sounds. And I guess sometimes this is the best kind of ending – not the typical fairytale ending but your very own perfect ending.


The Queen’s Favorite Blog Award

I have just come across a blog which is truly inspiring and touches me in a very personal way.

So, for the first time ever in the history of Of Fries And Men, the Queen’s Favorite Blog Award goes to…


Dating A Sociopath by Positivagirl

Congratulations and thank you for creating such an amazing blog!! I may have learned it the hard way but I truly hope this blog serves as a warning to all the women out there. At the end of the day, the most important thing is to always trust your instincts!!

And to all the fries-and-men-lovers out there, please do show Positivagirl some love and check out her blog 🙂

Lots of Love and Fries,

Queen of the Fries

Of ‘Limited Time’ Fries And Men

‘McDonald’s Twister Fries Are Back!’, I saw the giant poster as I was walking back to my apartment one night. I remember Twister fries, I remember I really enjoyed them. But I also remember they were available for a limited time only. And now McDonalds have decided to bring them back – again for a limited time.

The thing with ‘limited time’ is it makes you excited to get as much of them as you can – while it lasts. Each time you buy twister fries, you savor them and appreciate them because you know they’re only here for a short time. But it can also be nerve-wrecking. You might get paranoid each time you walk pass McDonalds, trying not to get your hopes up, wondering if the twister fries are still there.

And the day will come when you no longer see twister fries on the menu, and of course you knew this day would come. You even prepped yourself for it. But it still takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but feel a sense of loss. A twinge of sadness.

Did I want to get back to enjoying Twister fries, despite knowing they won’t be around very long, and that I will probably miss them when they’re taken off the menu again?

Did I want to still spend time with him, despite knowing he’ll be gone soon? Was I okay with the fact that even if he does come around again, it will always be just for a limited time?

In a way, it’s quite liberating. We always knew we would have to part ways, again. So there was no discussion needed. We don’t need to talk about feelings. We don’t even acknowledge them. We live in our own bubble world where there’s no need for questions or answers. No plans, no promises, no expectations. No rules, no ifs, no buts. We just are. We exist only in this moment, and we don’t go anywhere near the ‘next’ moment. The future doesn’t exist as far as we’re concerned. We enjoy the mere pleasure of each other’s company, without giving a thought as to where it will lead to.

Before saying our goodbyes, something builds up inside me and I am forced to blurt it out. ‘Will you miss me?, I ask. I know I shouldn’t ask, but sometimes my curiosity gets the better of me. ‘Of course’, he says. I don’t know if it’s true, and it doesn’t matter. It’s what I want to hear, and I’m happy to hear it.

That’s how it is. He says things I want to hear, and I do the same. Sometimes I see loneliness in his eyes, and I’m sure he sees sadness in mine. But we never talk about it. I cannot make him less lonely, and he cannot make me less sad. I never aspire to be what he wants, and he can never be what I need. So we just be. Without thinking. Without trying. Without discussion. Tomorrow the sun will come up and we both will go our separate ways.

I am reminded of something I heard a while ago: ‘Some people are like the wind – you can’t hold on to them. All you can do is embrace them whenever they come around.’

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