Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cookie Vs Cake

So, those of you that regularly follow Miss Diarist's antics, should by now have a good idea of the concept of cake. However, I would like to further the conversation and perhaps even invite further comments.

As MD recently blogged, we did need to have the discussion of "if cake is sex, what is kissing?" And we decided that a cookie would be the appropriate euphemism. This in turn made my "Pash Pal" the "The Cookie Monster".
However, the conversation didn't stop there.
What MD didn't know, is that later that night, when Dallas and I were reunited with the interstate work colleagues for dinner, we systematically observed each dessert that was ordered, and interrogated it's orderer:

"Mark, is that a tart you ordered? Can you tell me, is it a sweet tart, or is it a tart tart?"

"Johnno, I do believe they are profiteroles - was there a reason in ordering such extravagance? And do you prefer fresh, or whipped cream?"

We thought we were hilarious! Our colleagues perhaps thought we were a little strange (or drunk)...

The evening progressed, and with a few more wines consumed, The Cookie Monster proposed to take me back to his hotel room. Deciding that I was full on cookies, and that cake was not in my best interests, I snuck in one last lingering kiss and left him adjusting his crotch on the corner of Flinders and King St's.

The next day at training I was receiving the look of death from The Cookie Monster. Needless to say, there was no more childish kissing to be had, and he left at the end of the day to spend his last night in Melbourne with his sister. Feeling a little guilty that perhaps I had lead him on, and we weren't on the same page, I thought an explanatory text message was in order:

"Sorry I didn't want cake, I was quite content with cookies. I guess your appetite is bigger than mine right now...."

To which he replied: "WTF are you talking about?!?"

So anyway, this use of euphemisms got me thinking: Could we invent a new language that coded words in baked goods alone? Or would we need to introduce fruit and vegetables or other produce to complete the picture?

I only really thought about this because I was later questioning my decision not to take the cake. I decided that it was because what I really wanted, was my favourite spongecake that was recently discontinued at my local bakery......and I could surely talk about his buns and cookie dough 'till the cows come home....

To finish up, you will be pleased to know that I did have quite a raunchy dream about The Cookie Monster the following week. Unfortunately, work etiquette made me feel it not such a good idea to divulge such intimate information to him over the work email, so all I mentioned to him was "a dream with you in it". He demanded more information:

"Let's just say, I had my cake, and ate it too".

Apparently I am now officially a tease. And, I think he has now figured out what cake is.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why do girls tease guys so much and get them into such a state, and then, sorry, got to wash my hair tonight, or as those of my ilk put it, tidying my sock drawer. Yes, you have power over guys, but do you have to play the card so hard? Btw, your real name is not Sara is it?

Deb said...

Well Andrew, I can't speak for other girls, however I can say that I get your point, because I have come accross those ones before.
With that said, it is worthwhile to understand a whole situation. Although I may have been niave in not considering The Cookie Monsters expectations, I was well aware that this was just a fling and that it would never be more than that (read: he lives interstate, we are work colleagues, not sure about his sigle status).
Which begs me to ask the question: Why do guys always expect that as soon as they're given attention, it's a one way ticket to cake?
And sorry Andrew, my real name is not Sara...

Anonymous said...

I snuck in one last lingering kiss and left him adjusting his crotch on the corner of Flinders and King St's.

What you just left him there? Do you know how dodgy that area is?

But seriously though...that might have annoyed him a bit. I know it would have annoyed me.

Anonymous said...

But Reuben, she left him on the corner of King St. If he was that hungry for cake, he needn't have gone far...

Anonymous said...

But presumably he wasn't seeking the cake with artificial preservatives, colourings, flavorings and laden with sugar. He wanted genuine, fulfilling cake.

Jayne said...

Poor old Cookie Monster; first he's put on a healthy diet and then he gets left near King St with the shiny bling souffle that is all fluffy air and no substance.