L.A. Affairs: I eat meat. He’s vegan. – Los Angeles Times

December 19, 2021 by No Comments

On my third date with Michael, I tried to push him away. “You know,” I said, keeping my tone casual, “I eat all kinds of animal parts.” I went into great detail about my love of all things meat, including crunching on the tips of fried pig ears, sucking the marrow out of perfectly pressure-cooked cow bones, and sipping on the juice of boiled crab fat, known as tomalley.

Michael looked like he was about to be sick. He excused himself to go to the restroom. I stared at the menu without really reading it.

Michael is a vegan. He gave up eating meat because of his love for animals. I love animals too, but I love eating meat more: rib-eye steak, Filipino lechon kawali (deep-fried pork belly), crispy, fatty bacon.

I was born into a Filipino family of avid meat eaters. From my mom’s side, I inherited my fondness for pig’s trotters (feet). As for the relatives on my dad’s side, I doubt that they have ever encountered an all-you-can-eat buffet they didn’t want to try. Eating is our No. 1 family bonding activity.

It’s not just the feasting together that connects us. It’s the beforehand anticipation and chatter. Where will we eat together? What will we eat together?

Which is why, as I watched Michael head back to the table that night, the biggest question in my head wasn’t, “Are you a drug dealer or a child-sex-traffic ringleader?” (Believe it or not, I had been forced to ask another date that when he told me he’d done time in prison. “Not to worry,” he’d said, “it wasn’t for murder.” That was our first and final date.)

No, the biggest question I had for Michael was, “What can we eat together?”

The truth was, I was drawn to Michael, but not in the usual surface ways I was initially pulled in by men. Already, I knew we had a lot in common. Both of us hated small talk, yet our conversations together lasted for hours. Michael was a movie trailer editor in Hollywood. I was an actor and writer trying to make it in Hollywood. We were both spiritual, not religious. He had a therapist and an acupuncturist. I had a therapist and more than one type of healer. In a city where there was always someone either clearing their chakras or sharing at a 12-step meeting, we both had been “working on ourselves” for years.

Unlike most of the men I’d dated in Los Angeles — where nearly everyone I knew was …….

Source: https://www.latimes.com/lifestyle/story/2021-12-19/la-affairs-can-a-vegan-and-a-devoted-meat-eater-find-love


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