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Microcap & Penny Stocks : DGIV-A-HOLICS...FAMILY CHIT CHAT ONLY!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: pebbea who wrote (11254)	6/5/1998 4:33:00 PM
From: kennbill	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 50264

Some weekend thoughts for Rocketeers!! > >>> CHOCOLATE > >>> > >>> Chocolate is God's way of reminding men how inadequate they > >>> are. I am vividly confronted with this fact every time my wife and I > >>go > >>> out to a restaurant. When it gets to dessert, my wife usually orders > >>> the most chocolate-saturated dessert possible. It's the one called, > >>> "Unstoppable Double-Fudge Chocolate Mudslide Explosion" or some such > >>> thing. I always wonder why anyone would want to eat anything that > >>> promises a catastrophic natural disaster in your mouth. > >>> > >>> The dark brown monstrosity arrives at the table, and my wife > >>> takes the first bite. Before the fork is even removed from her mouth, a > >>> small moan escapes her lips. Her eyes, previously perfectly aligned, > >>> first cross slightly and then faze completely, pupils dilating in pure > >>> chocolate pleasure before the eyelids clamp down in ecstasy. The hand > >>> not holding the fork clenches into a fist and starts pounding the > >>table. > >>> The silverware rattles. > >>> > >>> After about six minutes of this, she finally manages to swallow > >>> the bite, realign her eyes, and take the next shuttle back from > >>whatever > >>> transcendental plane she's been visiting. Slowly, her sphere of > >>> consciousness expands to include me, her husband, her lifelong mate, > >>her > >>> presumed partner in all things ecstatic. > >>> > >>> "Hey, this is pretty good," she'll say. "You want some?" No, > >>> I don't. I want nothing to do with an object that does to my wife in > >>one > >>> bite, what I've worked for an entire relationship to achieve. It > >>> wouldn't do any good, anyway. Men just don't have the same > >>relationship > >>> with chocolate that women do. It's not even close. I wandered around > >>> the office today and asked men --"Chocolate. your thoughts?" -- and the > >>> result was always the same. > >>> > >>> First, a confused look as to why they're being asked about > >>> something so trivial and then some lame, obvious statement, "Uh...it's > >>> brown?" > >>> > >>> Ask women the same question and you get responses like "The ONLY > >>> food group," "ESSENTIAL to life as we know it," and the ultimate casual > >>> swipe at every member of the Y-chromosome brigade, "Better than sex!" > >>> (Ouch) Some women will try to make up for that last one by quickly > >>> adding that chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac. > >>> Uh-huh. Chocolate certainly increases desire; problem is the > >>> desire is usually for more chocolate. The best a guy can do, is buy a > >>> box of chocolates and hope he'll be considered somewhere between the > >>> cherry truffle and the strawberry nougat. > >>> > >>> Don't get me wrong. Guys like chocolate just fine; it's just > >>> not essential to life as we know it. Respiration is essential to life > >>> as we know it - chocolate is simply one of those nice little bonuses > >>you > >>> get. We won't usually pass it up if it's offered, but I don't know too > >>> many guys who would get substantially worked up if it were to suddenly > >>> disappear from the face of the earth (ironic in a way, as back in the > >>> days of the Aztecs, only men were allowed to have the stuff). When I > >>> eat a chocolate dessert, I enjoy it, yes. > >>> > >>> My world view doesn't narrow to include only the plate that it's on. > >>> Maybe we're missing something. On the other hand, we don't > >>> have to pick up our silverware from the floor after we're done with our > >>> tiramisu. Life is about tradeoffs like that. All I know is that come > >>> Valentine's Day, chocolate will be among the things I offer my wife. I > >>> can't truly appreciate it, but I can truly appreciate what it does for > >>> her. Which is close enough. > >>>> From my wife.