I found her interesting. But she was not a vegetarian.
I am sure many a vegetarian lad or lass have found themselves in a similar situation. I am as liberal and tolerant as the next person, but I can’t seem to go beyond my dietary needs, or the eating habits of others. I have no problems trying something outside my comfort zone. Dating a meat eater couldn’t be that hard, could it?
I have to say from the outset, I have nothing against meat-eaters generally. But matters of the heart are different story. So, I shall now get into the story. I won’t use her real name – I will call her Pamela. If you are an omnivore reading this post, I hope you have a thick skin.
Now, apparently Pamela knew me, but I didn’t know her. But I knew her late husband – we were old school friends. Two decades back, I went to his wedding, but had forgotten what his wife looked like. A couple months ago, she showed up at my flat.
Among other things, I am a technician by trade. She needed something repaired, and off I went to her place to sort out her problem. After I was done, we got to talking about things. We had many things in common – especially the hard life. I was by no means magically attracted to her. I could see she also was dealing with some personal issues. Most of the time, I am not one of those guys who likes to rescue damsels in distress - psychological, emotional or otherwise. Normally that’s my cue to cut things short and run for the hills. This time I stuck around.
Having Pamela around was nice. I waffled on about things, and she listened patiently. Life can beat a man down, but a feminine touch makes things tolerable. Her body language gave me the impression she liked my company. That’s when I started thinking long term. She had two grown children, which was normally the first deal breaker for me. By now, I had done quite a lot of compromising.
I was over at her place on a Saturday and the inevitable happened. The topic of food came up. Put another way, she was cooking some meat dish for her two kids, and deal breaker two kicked in – she ate meat. I accepted she came with baggage. Yet, I was troubled that she gorged herself with dead animals. My feelings for her plummeted faster than a person jumping of a plane without a parachute.
I have sat at tables where people ate meat – I was not totally uncomfortable, it was not as if I would be seeing such eaters on a regular basis. So there was no problem. The situation with Pamela was different. There was a half-way good chance she could be the one. But deal breaker two was like a U-boat firing a torpedo at an Allied warship. My relationship was truly sunk, like the Allied warship at the bottom of the North Sea. I couldn’t get past the fact that she was not a vegetarian - no matter how hard I tried.
We have not seen each other for a while now, and hopefully never will. Her life is quite hectic, so hopefully she has forgotten about me. Finding non-meat eating women in my neck of the woods is like trying to find a needle in a wheat silo.
I know the saying that beggars can’t be choosers.
I am just also not that desperate to be in the company of omnivore woman... not yet anyway.
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