Cows, Sex and Flank Steak
When I was 12 my dad figured it was time to have the sex talk. He took my older brother and me out on the boat. We went around the river for a while and then my dad killed the engine in a secluded part of the coast. I don’t recall everything he said but from what I remember he said something like this:
Him: If you could get free milk whenever you wanted it, why would you buy a cow?
Me: …
Him: It wouldn’t really make sense, right?
Me: I guess not.
Him: Don’t drink milk from a bunch of different cows. Because if someone’s giving you free milk, they probably gave it to a lot of people before you, and it’s important to have your own cow.
Me: What about steaks?
Him: What?
Me: Well, if I was getting free milk, I might still buy a cow if I wanted steak.
Him: … that’s not funny Daniel. Let’s go.
I think the takeaway is that women are cows who are to be bought and sold with commitment. I think my point is a good one though.
