We’ve all heard the expression “The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” But for John and me, food was the quickest way to our first argument. He said I didn’t eat enough of it, and he didn’t mean portion size.
“How can you live in New York City and not try new foods?” John asked on our fourth date, when we’d gone out for pizza. I told him the city was more than a collection of restaurants to me. “I eat to live,” I said frostily. This had always been a good way to shut people up when they said I was too picky. John sighed, “You’re really missing out.”