Enter the cute, sweet boyfriend last year who grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. Trips to hang out in the Land of Cheese Curds always ended up with me trying to bond with the cows on his family farm. They were terrified of me at first (the cows, not the family). They even had the gall (or utters) to do the following:
- Stage drawn out stand-offs in which I repeatedly called like a dumb ass, “Let me pet you, cows!”.
- Rally up the cows for very intense staring contests with me (which they always won).
- Poop every time I walked toward them.
- They were racist cows and assumed I was the T-word based on my dazzling Middle Eastern good looks.
- They were PMS’ing big time.
- They hated my Bvlgari perfume.
After careful thought, I started making the connection between those sweet animals and what was on my plate. Maybe they could tell I would eat them medium-rare if given the chance. Maybe I really was a T-word!
Between the great cow standoffs (or bonding experiences) and this amazing website http://www.crazysexylife.com/, I am inspired to dump the meat, dairy and gluten relationship and flirt shamelessly with veggies, whole grains and fruit. Let's see if the flirtation develops into something more than just a crush.
Wish me luck!
