Puckering Time

I’m now eating a slab of Hershey’s Milk Chocolate, the half-pounder variety, and I’m washing it down with Coke Light. Aside from coffee the other kind of victual I indulge upon is chocolate. I don’t know about you guys but chocolate gives me a different feeling of high. As if I’m in a faraway planet and I’m the only one who has the privilege to sink my teeth into such wonderful human discovery. I’ve read somewhere that chocolate is an aphrodisiac or something, that its effects are in a way similar to those produced when one is in luuuv. Ah, so now I get it. Maybe chocolate can be a substitute for the lack thereof, or it can be an avenue to displace one’s frustrations with luuuv.

Chocolate has been a crucial part of my so-called luuuv life. One time I was with my spiritual girlfriend (physically we have already met, but our feelings haven’t) at Makati then we passed by a stall full of chocolates. We chorused, “Shet! Chocolate!” I gave her M&M’s Milk Chocolate, and she was happy. That killed me. I had to be revived with smelling salts to regain consciousness. Then a few weeks later she requested for a bar of Snickers, and since I was a fine one to talk to I gave her what she was asking for. And lately during Valentine’s I ordered a box full of milk chocolate in the shape of cute little red hearts which I gave her as a gift “just because…” That was the last time I saw her smile. I suppose she was able to receive my emotional distress call, but she’s got big problems with her personal life, and I don’t want to mess things up by insisting on what I wanted. I don’t know doodley-squat about her life right now, but there are times that she would send quotes to me, so I suppose she’s fine.

Aside from flower bouquets and sex, chocolate is still one of the best symbols to express how a guy feels for a girl. Unless it’s the dark chocolate variety, the feeling is sweet.

Mike allegedly clacked away to post this on Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 10:59 AM.