He Was Only a Chocolate Chip Cookie...
I
LOVED HIM
I met him at a party. There
he was at the end of the buffet....a loner; the last one on the plate. He had
a certain something...a sweetness, a sensuality. He was one hot cookie. I felt
as if I'd always known him...hungered for him. When he looked at me with those
warm brown eyes, I melted. Before I knew it, I had my hands on him, my mouth
on him...in public. After that night, we were inseparable. With him I could
be myself. he didn't seem to care what mood I was in, how I looked or even if
I gained weight. Together we had the recipe for happiness. No one satisfied
me like Chip.
THEN THINGS CHANGED
My friends said he was no good for me. He started to give me heartburn.
I felt crummy, but it had to end. Now we've gone our separate ways. I hardly
think of him anymore. Oh, if I see a certain TV commercial, a particular magazine
ad, a coupon for cents off...that old longing returns. And when we run into
each other in the supermarket, we nod. We're friendly. But it's OVER!
