So another article from the New York Times caught my attention today - about dietary differences in relationships.
I find this funny because a few of my friends, including my best guy friend, claim that I have "to high of standards." Excuse me? If asking that a guy has : a good job (that's legal), goals, an education and that he is financially stable constitutes as having "too high of standards," give me a cat and a spinster label right now.
I would not classify myself as a "foodie," primarly because I use a microwave regularly and still consider boxed mac and cheese an okay meal (on occassion.) So to no surprise, I do not have dietary restrictions, such as being a vegetarian or worse, a vegan. A collageue became a vegan for Lent and I was fascinated by her meals and how she survived on a daily basis with these kind of limitations of what she could eat. I love meat and a good, dead animal once in a while. Don't ask me to ever give up my filet at the Palm or Smith & Wollensky's because I won't. And I would date someone who was a vegetarian or gluten-free, as long as they don't judge me for my dietary choices. From what people have told me about relationship, it's all about compromise.
While food may be a perfect way to express to someone how much you love them, perhaps that isn't the "deal breaker" for me. I wouldn't break up with someone specifically because they don't eat bread or meat, although we would have to cook separately and reconnect at the table (or in front of the TV.) I read this article, laughing and judging these men and women for being so picky, but then, upon further reflection, I doubt I would behave differently, although I would like to think that I wouldn't leave someone for this reason. Smoking or multiple tattoos though and I'm out.