Levels

During my recent vacation I had a conversation with Rob & Vince where they compared women to cake. Now hold on, don’t get them wrong—understand that they needed an analogy in which women are something always desired. No objectification intended, they needed a simple metaphor in order for me to understand where they were coming from.

There are two factors to this metaphor:
1. Men and their appetites and taste in “cake.”
2. The different levels of “cake” available.

They went on to explain that women are like cake in a sense that everyone wants cake. To some men it doesn’t matter how delicious the cake actually is or how frequently available it is, cake is cake. They’ll pick up an old slice from the grocery store or they’re fine with buying that extra large Costco sheet cake (Ok, I’m going to hell for this post. I’m aware.). It’s cake.

This is when I gave them the most disgusted face I could muster. I responded with: “FUCK. It’s like that? Fine. I’m some  fancy layered cake from a French bakery. I’m in a store window in New York City. That’s my level then. SHIT.”

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I was frustrated with the conversation because I saw the truth in it. There’s levels to cake and levels to the person seeking it. I won’t leave the display window until the right dude comes along fully aware that he’s about to have the highest level of cake. 

Save your appetite. The cake is as good as it looks. Worth it.

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