Love & Sex Fusion: Can it Exist?

One of the wonderful elements of New York living is the food aspect. At any "craving-point" you can hop a train and head out for your favorite cuisine. And if you really want to treat your taste buds you'll try the fusion restaurants that marry rich flavors from two very different regions in a successful combination of exotic flavors and rich spices like Thai-Norwegian or Chilean-Korean with a touch of Guam. But as we openly explore our food palates, can we capture the essence of food-fusion and apply it to our love life?

I was recently at the gym transforming my clump-of-clay body into a mean, lean fighting machine and discovered that not even the makers of Play-Doh could have created such a pathetic mess of mass--but I digress. As I was sweating to my remix versions of Debbie Gibson (don't judge) this guy who resembled the actor Mark Ruffalo sat down at the bike next to me and started his workout routine. My heart began to race and sweat formed in areas I never knew sweat glands existed. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and soon noticed I was displaying "stalker-like" qualities and had to shift my focal point but nothing worked.

My mind imagined the two of us shopping for a new shower curtain at Target, sharing Sunday morning coffee at a local Brooklyn shop and even having a BBQ inviting friends over and me complaining how all my cheap friends only brought potato salad. In the middle of planning our honeymoon, another guy walked by who had an incredible body and a face that could grace the covers of GQ, Details, or Men's Vogue.

As I watched this hunk (along with his tanned muscles) walk over to the water fountain, my heart called me back to the "Mark Ruffalo" guy who was wearing a grin from watching an old episode of the King of Queens on his monitor. His smile was so warm and inviting which made me want to handcuff him to my Puma gym bag. And then it hit me...is this guy the relationship material guy as opposed to the other guy who was more like the "one-night fling" hunk?

For years I've heard of straight men placing woman into two categories: the marrying type and the "just love 'em and dump" type...but never really bought into that...until now. Was I judging these men based solely on their looks and deciding if I'd only have a passionate night filled with straps and strawberry-lube with the muscled hunk or convincing myself that the warm smile and tender eyes of the other one was worth bringing home to meet mother?

But then I began to wonder how I'm perceived and which category I fell in? (I think we can all conclude which category--Oh how rude!) Are we destined to love and live by these categories or can we evolve like the food industry and combine the sexiness of a person and relationships-like qualities of another together to reach relationship Nirvana or are we stuck like neanderthals with our clubs ready for one or the other? And as I packed up and went to the showers I noticed the two guys I was admiring were now admiring one another. Maybe next time I should try the treadmill.

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