The Garlic Pizza and "Why Not?"

I had some serious Garlic Pizza last night with my friend Dave...a classic, cheese-and-pepperoni slice topped with roasted garlic at Village Pizza in Larchmont. Last night the pizza was great, this morning, well...it certainly left its mark in my mouth. I can still taste it after brushing my teeth twice. But these are the risks of eating your way through Los Angeles. Every once in a while, a garlic pizza bites you in the ass. Ouch.



My friend Dave is one funny (married) dude, and has a tendency to utter super-quotable, slightly inflammatory phrases. For instance, we were talking about sex last night (as I am want to do) and he put forth his theory that when it comes to hooking up, women are more likely to ask "why?" while men are more likely to approach it from a "why not?". I think there's a kernel of truth in there, friends...whenever I've been in that situation I've returned to my list of criteria (Is there a spark? Does he make me laugh? Does he seem like the kind of guy who washes his balls?) and I kind of take it from there. Dave's theory purports the idea that most (not all) guys approach hooking up from a "why not?" kind of mindset unlike most women. Even when I was ragingly single in New York, having two totally casual relationships at once, I had firm reasons why these were guys (note use of "guys") worthy of occupying the other half of my bed. Chazz was super ambitious, aggressive, mischevious, adorable. His counterpart the Actor was a renowned Broadway actor, beautiful, lost, soulful. They may have been casual lovers (or part-time lovers, cue Stevie) but there were very specific reasons why I gave them the pass to my Magic Castle. A girl's gotta have standards, after all.

It's a fascinating, if unnerving, experience to hear what the other half thinks about sex. Dave's "why not?" theory is nibbling away at my internal monologue today ("I should really do my laundry. What does he mean, "why not?" Should I buy a rug for my living room? Why do I still have garlic breath? Does "why not?" apply to my Triathlete, and does that mean we're just a product of his "why not?" attitude?") I've always felt my Triathlete is a very discerning kind of man...I noted on our fourth date that he's pretty darn critical (see "The Triathlete and The Overly-Gingered Tuna") and I've always considered that to be a really good thing (acceptance from a very critical person=you are very exceptional and special!) But maybe it's easier to wind up in his bed than I initially thought? I suppose only time will tell.

My friend Jason noted that this blog of mine, which started out as a cooking/dating blog, is really all about sex...and I've been thinking about that. I think everything's really all about sex. I mean, for the love of god I was at the "Sound of Music" singalong at the Hollywood Bowl this weekend (true story), and during the puppet show in Act II, the Von Trapp children sing about two "in-love" goats producing a little baby goat. Even the "Sound of Music" is all about sex! Wow!

It's inspiring, isn't it? I hope everyone who reads this will be inspired to go home tonight and do a little dance and make a little love. I myself will need to figure out how to get rid of my garlic breath first...but rest assured, once I get that situation under control, the Hollywood Hills will be ALIVE with the sound of love-making...and not goat love-making, either.