Once upon a time, I went out to dinner with a group for a friend’s birthday. I ordered a burger. When it arrived at the table, it was huge, and it came with fries. I was hungry. I ate all of it.
My boyfriend at the time was sitting next to me. He didn’t say anything then, but months later, he brought it up during an argument. He said something along the lines of, “That was disgusting. You ate so much. Everyone was totally grossed out, including me.”
Last night, I didn’t feel like eating the salmon I had thawed for dinner. Instead, I went to a new take-out place on the Triangle. I ordered a burger topped with “extra bacon,” cheddar, and onion rings. I also wanted a milkshake, so I got one of those, too.
When I got it home and unwrapped it, it was huge. (Duh, Meghan. What did you expect?) I was hungry. I ate all of it, except for some lettuce and soggy bun pieces.
But before I did that, I took a picture.
I showed this picture to my current boyfriend later on. He said, “Did you eat all of it?” And I said, “Pretty much, yeah.” And he said, “You have no idea how attractive that is.” And he wasn’t kidding.
Giant burgers: Serving as a barometer of relationship health since 2006.