Great “Love Triumphs Over Hate” Story
From my wife after over 30 years: “I already have the ring. I’m done making sandwiches.”
Two people meet. Make sandwiches. Fall in love. Make more sandwiches. Plan to get married.
Eric devoured the sandwich as if it were a five-star meal, diving in with large, eager bites. “Babes, this is delicious!” he exclaimed.
As he finished that last bite, he made an unexpected declaration of how much he loved me and that sandwich: “Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!” ….
Today, I’ve made and blogged about 176 sandwiches. Over the months, my creations have grown more complex — lobster rolls, bánh mìs, pulled pork. No matter what’s on the menu, Eric smiles and says thank you. He’s just happy I cook for him at all.
“You women read all these magazines to get advice on how to keep a man, and it’s so easy,” he says. “We’re not complex. Just do something nice for us. Like make a sandwich.”
Read the whole thing. It’s a great love story. And watch the video at the bottom of this post, it’s love to which the sandwiches really are mere observers.
But someone had to go and ruin it. Via Jim Treacher:
Really, what do you care? I thought feminism meant empowering women to make their own choices. I guess it meant empowering you to make choices for women who don’t make the choices you would make.
And why is Chris Hayes chiming in on a woman’s choice? Chris Hayes is anti-choice and part of the patriarchy!
Our lovebirds, however, have not been deterred by the haters.
I met a guy. I made a sandwich. I started a blog. And I enraged feminists everywhere.
On Wednesday, I wrote in The Post about how my boyfriend Eric’s joke remark after making him a snack — “Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!” — inspired me to do just that and chronicle the project on a Web site, 300sandwiches.com….
Eric is the type of guy that at least deserved one sandwich. And I’m the kind of woman that wanted to make him one.
I’m no less of a woman because I decided to make him 300 after a flip joke.
Now the video I promised. Love conquers all.
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It is original, but it is definitely not a romantic proposal. And just wait until they actually do get married; all of that sandwich making is going to come back to haunt him big time!!! Oh my…
If she ever balks, he can try this:
I wondered if someone would post that 🙂
For non-geeky people “sudo” on the computer command line means “switch to super-user mode, execute this comand and then switch back to being me”.
On a real computer you typically have to know the super’s passwd though…
It’s a great story, and the couple has a sense of humor, which is something good in a marriage.
At first, when I read it a day or so ago, I thought he was nuts and she desperate. But it came down to this: it’s great to do something for someone you love and who loves you in turn. So the sandwiches and his appreciation are a testimony to their love.
This reminds me of a cousin who had a boyfriend, now husband, from Harlem. The guy had surgery, and my cousin, was constantly by his side at the hospital. Upon his release, she went to his apartment to stay and take care of him. She cooked, cleaned, and generally did the kind of thing a lot of today’s women don’t do for a sick boyfriend. The guy was stunned by and deeply appreciative of her actions. He told her that he’d never had a girlfriend do anything like that for him. He married her.
“It’s a great story, and the couple has a sense of humor, which is something good in a marriage.”
I think that a sense of humor is not only good in marriage, it’s an absolute necessity. I read somewhere that marriage isn’t about each person giving 50 percent, but each person giving 100 percent. I think that’s true.
As an old girlfriend used to say, “The route to a man’s heart runs through his stomach.”
You can get to a woman’s heart following the same route. There is nothing sexier and more romantic than a man who makes me dinner.
What’s up with people bitching about this? I think it is a great story. It sounds like 2 nice people who care about each other and they are sharing a cute little story about their relationship. I envy both of them.
(Disclaimer: I could probably be had for maybe two dozen good sandwiches and the promise of a homemade apple pie once a month so maybe I envy him a bit more.)
You’re easy, man, at the least you should toss in a nice big Sunday breakfast.
Like my Japanese wife wonders aloud, “Why do so many American women seem to hate femininity?”
Now, I’m not saying Chris Hayes is necessarily not feminine …
As someone once said … about all beta-male liberal Alan Alda types … you never imagine a woman yelling out, “Make love to me like a Liberal !!!”
LukeHandCool (who is reluctant to let out the great secret that femininity is key to half the population effectively ruling over the other half. It’s that simple. Men are suckers for it. And who, quite frankly, along with his wife, sees Mrs. Jacobson, after having raised her beautiful children and supported the good Professor in times good and bad … putting her time to better use on the tennis court and the golf course … because … God only knows how difficult he’s been to live with over 30 years)
re: beta-male. Just what does she see in that Eric guy?
“I thought feminism meant empowering women to make their own choices.”
Women can make all the choices they want…so long as they don’t choose to make sandwiches for men.
Or choose to have Down Syndrome babies.
I wonder how Amanda feels about the Ted Kennedy/Chris Dodd sandwich special.
Good memory, https://legalinsurrection.com/2009/01/maybe-chris-dodd-will-sell-waitress-sandwiches-to-balance-the-budget/
“I’m 124 baloney sandwiches away from a nuclear engagement.”
—President Hassan Rouhani
“Don’t eat too many sandwiches. You will get fat-wa.”
—Your Supremest Mullah
Iranian President Hassan Rouhani:
“No matter how much baloney I make, Barack just gobbles it right down and wants me to give him more.”
“Obama likes the pork sausage.”
— Larry Sinclair
So cute. So sweet. Happily ever after.
The guy may be selling out pretty cheaply.
Or … those may be dynamite sandwiches.
The bread’th of their love is wonderful. Hey marcotte umm, piss off. OH and if you’re concerned with locks, how ’bout the bagels, stupid witch.
I suspect the haters don’t understand relationships based on giving, rather than taking.
When I was first married, it took awhile for my wife and I to learn each others “love language”. She feels most loved when I perform “acts of service” while I am inclined to express love by “words of affirmation”. She was expressing her love for me by acts of service, when I feel most loved through “physical touch” and “time”.
Summary of the 5 languages here: http://www.focusonthefamily.com/marriage/communication_and_conflict/learn-to-speak-your-spouses-love-language/understanding-the-five-love-languages.aspx
It sounds to me like the couple in the article have their love language worked out. 😀
Sounds like Ephesians 5, or is it 6?
Sounds like it. So often I hear men quote the passage ‘wives submit to your husbands’ (Eph. 5:22) and the wives respond ‘husband lay down your life for your wife’ (Eph. 5:25) … interesting those passages are preceded by the command ‘submit to one another out of reverence for Christ’ (Eph. 5:21) … submitting in love, is a mutual thing between husband and wife.
This is such a cute story, fun and funny, and she’s actually doing it because, as she said, she’s a foodie and obviously enjoys this. She’s blogging. It’s a little creative hobby, for petesake. And maybe it will turn into a recipe book.
I have so had it with the sour, dour, and dimwitted feminists.
….I have so had it with the sour, dour, and dimwitted feminists.
Me, too….and I’m a girl!
There is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for my husband, nothing. After twenty-five years, we still make each other laugh like the first time we met. I’m crazy about him, and he will tell anyone who listens that he is crazy about me. How blessed are we?!
My postman, Sid, once told me, “The angry girl that lives in Mrs. _______’s garage apartment one of those typical feminists.”
“Oh? How can you tell?” I asked.
“She subscribes to Cosmopolitan and Cat Fancy and gets long skinny boxes from a company called ‘Good Vibrations’ in Frisco.”
As I watched him walk away whistling ‘Greensleeves’, I turned to my wife, who’d just come outside to get the mail, and said, “Hon. Let’s be sure to stay on Sid’s good side. Don’t forget him come Christmas.”
Nelson Algren from Hong Kong (but writing about Japanese women) in 1969:
Another assumption, which can be cleared up by a stroll down the Ginza, is that it’s a close thing when comparison is made between the American and the Oriental woman. If it was ever a close thing, it must have been before the American woman began looking more like Duke Wayne than like Eve.
Nor is this simply because the Oriental woman has more grace, a finer complexion, dresses unpretentiously and possesses poise. It’s because she has the inner composure derived from knowing she is a woman. The reason the American woman overdresses, flops when she sits, strides when she walks, booms when she speaks and gets stoned on half a martin, is because she doesn’t feel sure she is a woman. And that is also the reason for perpetual complaint – “What happened to the men? There aren’t any men any more. Virile men.
Perhaps one reason is that, when she is confronted by male virility, she goes to such great lengths to destroy it.
Or maybe she’s just a Texan, with a low tolerance of fools.
Thank you for illustrating Mr. Algren’s’ point so succinctly.
This girl agrees with you. Southern ladies don’t have this problem, not so much. Younger ones do. Testament … baggy pants with their drawers hanging out.
I can think of no more reassuring confirmation that you are on the right course than that you are really pissing off Chris Hayes and Little Mandy Marcotte.
Have you visited the site? Those sandwiches look delicious!
Makes me hungry. I think I will go make a sandwich…
“Great “Love Triumphs Over Hate” Story”
Not a good title. Where is the hate in this story? They haven’t even gotten married yet…
Amanda Marcotte is an angry, jealous, unhappy feminininininist.
Me? I’d rather have a good sandwich than an average steak.
Amanda is still bitter over letting John slip away.
Feminists are those dry old crusty baguettes that nobody wants to eat.