Start Dating a meat eater

Dating a meat eater

Or maybe, they just won't understand WHY you would date a vegetarian. Some people are vegetarian for health, religious, or cultural reasons.

Plants, do in fact, have their own (yes, this has been scientifically researched) equivalent of showing their pain, what I’d say is an equivalent to you yelling “ouch” when hurt.

[Side note: obviously, I’d love an ideal world where all animals were treated ethically before the slaughter process, where the honey from bees was ethically extracted from the hives and combs, and where everything truly was “rainbows and unicorns,” but unfortunately it’s not.

You can realize how you thrive on spicy food, while your SO freaks out if there's so much as a pepper in the dish.

You can try different cuisines and flavors so much more when you share... On days I knew I would be vegetarian, I was ALSO always stuck picking the restaurant.

I started eating more vegan and vegetarian meals, and now, I would say I eat meat only around half the time.

But that DEFINITELY caused a rift in my relationship, since my boyfriend just doesn't feel like a meal is complete without meat.

Until we do achieve a “rainbows and unicorns”- type situation, I’ll do my best to only eat ethically processed food, but doing that regularly is practically impossible, even for you, vegetarians and vegans.

If you’re going to say that eating animals is wrong because they hurt, just keep in mind that plants hurt too. So I don’t feel like I’m doing wrong by eating meat, because there’s no way around the “hurt” at this point.] Let me return now to my rant. and then there’s the endless list of other substitutions that I can’t even bear to think about now.

It's SO hard to find decent places that have BOTH options...

and I know my boyfriend wouldn't exactly be thrilled if I picked a vegan restaurant. It turns out, pastas are pretty much the only guaranteed vegetarian dishes at most restaurants.

I enjoy ripping into a juicy piece of lamb or pigging out on a juicy turkey leg; and they, well, quite simply don’t.