Ice Cream

My tongue embraced the chilly substance as creamy drops slid knowingly down my throat into my eager stomach. The calming comfort feeling that comes with chocolate covered ice cream -- well chocolate covered anything -- began to sweep me off my feet, the way no boy could ever could. I know why all girls have an obsession with chocolate, I mean, who wouldn't, it's freakin CHOCOLATE...just the word brings warmth to my soul and a blanket over my heart. But why ice cream? Especially on a brisk, white day such as this? Why, on such a day, would ice cream be such a comfort?

Faster than butter melts in August, an epiphany struck my mind: ice cream = cold = numb... After eating ice cream to my stomach's content, there's no feeling left in my heart to worry about boys. Everything in my body is icey, glistening, numbingly cold. Left with nothing but the numbness, there's nothing left for them, just as they left: leaving nothing for me.

It's been said before that the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Maybe, in this sense, the sexes aren't as different as we claim to be.