When I was in high school, Sex and the City was in its final seasons. I thought Carrie Bradshaw was the height of sophistication, and that one day I’d find myself a Chris Noth look-a-like to sweep my off my feet on Pont-des-Arts (the love-lock bridge in Paris). I wasn’t far off! I was 17. I had been to Paris twice. I was obviously pretty damn close. I was even closer by the love locks at Namsan Tower when H and I decided $7 was too pricy for a romantic gimmick. There are so many quotations from dear SATC which I’m sure resonate rather shamefully with most of the women in my generation and beyond. Recently, I was reminded of a concept Charlotte brought up in season 5’s “Anchors Away”. In one scene, she states, “Everyone knows you only get two great loves in your life”.
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The idea that we only get two great loves would terrify most people, but I think this irrational fear is far more prevalent than most people might realize. This irrational fear of mine is compounded by the fact that one of my “two great loves” isn’t even a person. You see, I recently lost someone who I thought might just be my last great love. It’s silly to think something so short could have meant so much, especially since it’s so one-sided. Nonetheless, I’ve replaced him with my first great love: food.
When I lived in Vancouver we were somehow invited into the glamorous world of Vancity foodies. Perhaps service is just paramount there, but I regularly dined at Michelin Star Restaurants and hobnobbed at hole in the wall bars. In Toronto, I had a food blog and somehow managed to get on a few PR e-mail lists. Now I was eating great food all the time…free of charge. I got fat. I mean, I guess I was a bit chunky moving home from Vancouver to Toronto, but with an expense account and a few years working in hospitality management, I was an absolute porker.
Culinary delights can often be as pleasing as the embrace of a loved one, especially when dining in good company. I think that in my last relationship I may have had some of the best dining experiences ever. A threesome with your two great loves? I’m not sure I could have asked for more.
I had wanted to write my “The 7 Worst Guys An Expat Can Date” series in sequence finishing with “The Travel Romance”. This should be an epic ending, but I can’t quite seem to admit to myself that it’s beyond over. I can pinpoint the moment the exact moment I think I knew this would be more than a couple of smooches on the beach past midnight. I had had lacklustre Tom Kha Gai (coconut chicken soup) for breakfast at our hostel in Phuket, and was craving some rich Thai curry.
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I spent the day taking a Muay Thai sparring class followed by a tour of Wat Chalong. I was hungry. The “never dine alone” culture of Korea left me praying for a dinner companion. Though we had no wifi beyond the hostel, we still arrived back around the same time. I got my massaman curry and spicy dinner companion in one fell swoop.
When you’re in lust, love, or on vacation (I’m still not sure what this was) everything is just better. Sun and salt water make my hair soft and wavy. I care less about what I’m wearing and more about who I’m with. Sunsets are more profound. Food tastes better. Whether I was in Thailand finally trying authentic versions of my favorite dishes, or sitting in a crappy all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ restaurant in Hongdae where the exhaust backed up, everything was better. Sugar is an addiction. Food is one of my two great loves. Right now I feel like I’ve got a monkey on my back telling me to chase the dragon.
“Some love stories are novels. Others are short stories. It doesn’t make it any less filled with love”. This is not my account of “The Travel Romance”…it’s just a tribute. For now, I need to make healthier choices with the first of my two great loves, don’t you think? Have you felt addicted to sugar or food? How did you kick the habit of going back to the ex? Let us know in the comments!
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