I realized dating me is like eating a large piece of chocolate cake. For example the chocolate cake from P.F Changs....Its great at first, the presentation is spectacular. With the raspberry syrup drizzled on the plate and a strawberry sliced on the side.
As the plate comes to you everyone looks thinking they want the same desert. Some women look in envy cause they are not able to taste or understand its decadence.
So it finally reaches the table, you think I can completely handling this is going to be soo good. You lift your fork and dig right in, without pacing yourself. Each bite becomes better than the last. But as you work towards the end, you suddenly can't finish.
The sweetness has become too much, so you stop. You want to finish it but you can't, so now you have to decide if you want to take the rest home or have the waiter come and take it from the table. So while you decide waiting for the waiter, you put the fork down and wonder why you ordered such a good cake and can't finish it.
Decisions...but I think that would sum up what it's like to date me a piece of chocolate cake.
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