CHOCOLATE By John Scalzi
Chocolate is God's way of reminding men how inadequate they are. I am
vividly confronted with this fact every time my wife and I go out to a
When it gets to dessert, my wife usually orders the most
chocolate-saturated dessert possible: It's the one called "Unstoppable
Double-Fudge Chocolate Mudslide Explosion" or some such thing. I
always wonder why anyone would want to eat anything that promises a
catastrophic natural disaster in your mouth.
The dark brown monstrosity arrives at the table, and my wife takes the
first bite. Before the fork is even removed from her mouth, a small
moan escapes her lips. Her eyes, previously perfectly aligned, first
cross slightly and then faze completely, pupils dilating in pure
chocolate pleasure before the eyelids clamp down in ecstasy. The hand
not holding the fork clenches into a fist and starts pounding the
table. The silverware rattles.
After about six minutes of this, she finally manages to swallow the
bite, realign her eyes, and take the next shuttle back from whatever
transcendental plane she's been visiting. Slowly, her sphere of
consciousness expands to include me, her husband, her life-long mate,
her presumed partner in all things ecstatic.
"Hey, this is pretty good," she'll say. "You want some?"
No, I don't. I want nothing to do with an object that does to my wife
in one bite what I've worked for an entire relationship to achieve. It
wouldn't do any good, anyway. Men just don't have the same
relationship with chocolate that women do. It's not even close. I
wandered around the office today and asked men -- "Chocolate. Your
thoughts?" -- and the result was always the same. First, a confused
look as to why they're being asked about something so trivial, and
then some lame, obvious statement: "Uh...it's brown?"
Ask women the same question, and you get responses like "The ONLY food
group," "ESSENTIAL to life as we know it," and the ultimate casual
swipe at every member of the Y-chromosome brigade, "better than sex."
Ouch. Some women will try to make up for that last one by quickly
adding that chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac.
Uh-huh. Chocolate certainly increases desire; problem is the desire is
usually for more chocolate. The best a guy can do is buy a box of
chocolates and hope he'll be considered somewhere between the cherry
truffle and the strawberry nougat.
Don't get me wrong. Guys like chocolate just fine; it's just not
essential to life as we know it.
Respiration is essential to life as we know it; chocolate is simply
one of those nice little bonuses you get. We won't usually pass it up
if it's offered, but I don't know too many guys who would get
substantially worked up if it were to suddenly disappear from the face
of the earth (ironic in a way, as back in the days of the Aztecs, only
men were allowed to have the stuff). When I eat a chocolate dessert, I
enjoy it, yes. My world view doesn't narrow to include only the plate
that it's on.
Maybe we're missing something. On the other hand, we don't have to
pick up our silverware from the floor after we're done with our
tiramisu. Life is about trade-offs like that. All I know is that come
Valentine's Day, chocolate will be among the things I offer my wife. I
can't truly appreciate it, but I can truly appreciate what it does for
her. Which is close enough.
copyright(c) John Scalzi
John Scalzi is a columnist and humorist living in Virginia. For more
columns and essays, visit his website: www.scalzi.com