Glosse: From the magic of the relationship tummy – Munich
Distant living son calls to signal his Christmas wishes. He says he needs some new shirts for work, the old passers-by not so much anymore: He’s had a new girlfriend for a while and that, he says, has meant that he now has a little “relationship tummy”. in front Hertrag.
relationship tummy. Isn’t that adorable? Men have many excuses to euphemize their belly: the stress, the many business meals, no time for sports, too many chocolate bars in between. In the vast majority of cases, however, it is the case that after a certain age nothing matters to them, according to Friedrich Torberg’s aunt Jolesch: “Whatever a man is more beautiful than a monkey is a luxury.”
They then speak of their beer guts as “traffic jams on the middle ring”, they call their dumpling graveyard and insist that a man is only a real man from two hundredweight. After all – writing hard all day, I’ll be able to treat myself to a roast pork and a couple of pints of beer for dinner. And Christmas is only once a year, and the goose and the cookies and so young we don’t get together anymore: raise your cups.
How much more delicate, how much more poetic is the idea of a relationship tummy: the woman gets the lonely hunter away from his unsettled life, his days are no longer determined by frozen pizza and nights spent, but by regularity, adequate sleep, and healthy nutrition. Although there is still not enough time for sport, this lack is compensated for by other calorie-consuming activities, at least at the beginning of a relationship. And instead of hitting the clubs every evening, the well-behaved night hero next to his sweetheart at home on the sofa, watching a romantic love comedy with her and sitting over a bag of potato chips. The relationship tummy – everyone is granted it, just as everyone is granted love. The shirts are on their way, son.