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If Men Were Chocolate Bars
Men Are From Mars… Men Are Like Chocolate Bars
Doing the research for this story wasn’t too hard I admit. Of course it’s reliable evidence, I’ve partaken in a lot of chocolate eating and dating over the years.
My body count is likely highish due to the consumer market of online dating where one is presented with daily top picks as though walking the isles of a supermarket, “Pick me, pick me.”
The KitKat
“I’ll have the KitKat please.” He’s the date that fits into your lunch break. He’s cute and smiles a lot because he’s scored the jackpot. He’s casual and you’re newly divorced, so it’s okay with you too. Wink wink there’s not much time, you’re heading straight to the bedroom and returning to work with a smile on your face.
The Rocky Road
The over indulgence has it together financially, flashing his money. He’s too good for you, your insecurities suddenly exposed, you couldn’t afford the lunch if you had to pay. He has lots of charm and you have lots of issues. You’re not just broke you’re broken. It’s not his job to fix you, Prince Charming is not real after all. He’s polite enough to ring you and let you know he’s going back to his Ex, is how he puts it. But you notice he is still on the dating site and added new photos to…
