Chocolate Thunder Love

Let me just preface this post by saying "Chocolate Thunder" is not a pet name that I've given my boyfriend. He's not overly chocolaty, more like a cafe au lait. Chocolate Thunder is the name given to who I cheated on him very heavily with last night. Chocolate Thunder and I spent all of pre-game and the first half of the Super Bowl getting, shall we say, very well acquainted. So well acquainted, that it was hard to pull ourselves away from each other to even watch the commercials. Who is Chocolate Thunder? He is the chocolate fountain that was at the first Super Bowl party Cat and I attended last night. (Yes, you read that correctly, a chocolate fountain. Imagine Golden Corral, but on a much smaller scale.)

It was hard not to notice Chocolate Thunder when we walked into the house. How could you not be drawn in by the multiple flowing tiers of chocolate? I was a moth to a flame. I couldn't say no. The hunger tension was more than I could handle. Oh, sure, at first I tried to stay away. I would walk over and select a piece of fruit, cover it in a small amount of chocolate, and then walk away. But the chocolate just kept flowing, and I had to try a strawberry, then a banana, then an apple, and then a pineapple. I tried very hard to resist, but it kept seducing me with the sound of the motor, the sweetness of the fruit, and the flowing chocolaty goodness. After the National Anthem, I couldn't take it anymore. I was too weak. I officially marked my territory and staked my claim worse than any animal in heat. I pulled a chair right in front of Chocolate Thunder, and never turned to face the TV unless I felt a hint of shame. (Which did not happen often) For a solid half, I plunged anything I could get my hands on into Chocolate Thunder, except for the grapes. The grapes did not feel the chocolate dipped void in my heart. 

But chocolate dipped fruit wasn't enough for me. No, I had to prove my love and devotion to Chocolate Thunder. I took an orange muffin and dipped it in, and I was rewarded with a chorus of angels singing, my body going numb, and THE sigh...(all you ladies know what I'm talking about...) It was too much. Could I be so fickle with my affection? Is this all it would take to lure me in? The answer is yes. The feelings that overcame me as I ate this delectable pairing from heaven were so strong, that I couldn't finish the entire muffin. It was then that I felt true shame. How could I let this happen? I began to eat my steak, and I could feel Chocolate Thunder begin to question my devotion. It was as if I was using Chocolate Thunder, and I didn't want that to be how we left things. I went back for the fruit, and I continued to dip. I continued to dip until my shame of being the kind of person who would use Chocolate Thunder truly sunk in. There were 3 minutes left in the half. I had to leave. If I didn't leave, I may have been drawn in further down this road of chocolaty whoredome, and I couldn't let that happen. 

It was very difficult to walk away from Chocolate Thunder, as it is to walk away from all temptation. While Chocolate Thunder and I may never meet again, there will forever be a chocolate dipped bond that we share. I only hope that my boyfriend can forgive me for this lack of willpower on my part.