Lunch tables always bring up the greatest conversations. I remember in high school we would talk about the football game that night, what party we were going to and was it true if so-and-so was really hooking up with that freshman. Needless to say, as I get older, I find lunch table conversations more and more intriguing.
Take yesterday for example. During an hour long lunch break from a conference, our lunch table really dove deep into the intellectual mind of men, women and politics. Two men felt that having a delicious meal was better than your average sexual escapade.
Editor's note: I have no idea where this came from. I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with any of the topics we were discussing -- More or less just the inter workings of 25-year-old minds.
Their reasoning was because you could recount your favorite last five meals a hell of a lot better than you could your last five partners. (I suggested they start setting their standards a little higher.) They really could though. Both of them could recite their favorite meals and had to think hard about their past partners. Although, they were both very passionate that their thinking would reverse if they bagged Heidi Klum. They said I didn't get it. "Girls don't get it." You are right. I don't get it.
The only comparison I can draw when thinking about sex and food is outfits and guys. I remember nights out with my girlfriends on the basis of what I wore. Weird, I know, but I have friends who "freelance" as paparazzi when we are out and about, so I always have a picture of our nights together. Plus, I can remember who we met and went home with based on what I wore. What? I said it was weird.