Sex and Cobbler

Sex is like cake. Except when it’s like cobbler.

The other day, a friend asked me via text, Do you think it’s possible to still find someone you really like when you are sleeping with someone else?

I considered a number of snarky potential responses, but I decided to assume that my friend was being earnest and really wanted my opinion on this. It’s actually kind of an honor to have someone ask for my opinion rather than assuming everybody wants to hear my opinion and sending it out into the social ether. E’hem...

So, this was my response:

Me: “It’s funny the way you’re asking, because beliefs are important. You would have to believe that you can in order for it to be true.”

She: mmm. that is very true. thank you. and that is my missing element.

I went on as I’m inclined to do.

Me: “If you are able to expand your beliefs about what is possible you would intuitively know how and who to be.” (This is the part where I’m being all wise and crap as I’m wont to do cuz I’m way totally a personal development professional and such, mmm hmm.)

And then out of nowhere or, you know, out of the place inspiration and metaphor always comes from, this popped out of me.

Me: “You could allow yourself to fully enjoy cake on any particular day and never once decide that you are a cake eater.”

She: hmm

Me: “You can eat cake all you want and still be a cobbler person. Because cobbler is fucking amazing.”

She: OMG. That is an amazing analogy!!!

Me: “But if you are eating cake and choosing not to enjoy it because you’d rather have cobbler, then the cake will probably not sit well in your stomach. And you may find that you’re too ill for cobbler if someone were to offer it to you.”

She: Shit that’s awesome. Yes.

Me: :)

See. You want to text me now. Or maybe you want cake. You’re a cake eater, I can tell. That’s cool. I prefer cobbler.