We love tacos. You love tacos. We all love tacos.
Now while it might be extreme to consider them our “significant other,” they’re about as close as a food can get without it being weird. Sometimes the lines can blur a little when thinking about the two.
Now tacos can’t talk, but if they could, we imagine there might be some similarities in the things they would say to the things our significant other would say.
Here are a few scenarios we think could come from both, and what they mean:
“Does this wrap make me look fat?”
S.O.: Don’t answer this.
Taco: “Yes, and it’s amazing.”
“Are you gonna finish that?”
S.O.: Lose-lose situation. Hand over the food.
Taco: Assure it that you will, in fact, finish eating that.
“I have nothing to wear!”
S.O.: Act sympathetic and wait it out.
Taco: You need condiments and fast.
“Wow, you really know how to eat.”
S.O.: You eat like a champ, and I like that about you.
Taco: You eat like a champ, and I like that about you.
“I want to just take it slow.”
S.O.: Pump the brakes before you scare him/her off!
Taco: Just enjoy every bite.
“Do you like salsa?”
S.O.: This is probably in reference to salsa dancing.
Taco: Pour salsa on me. Duh.
“You complete me.”
S.O.: You are everything to me.
Taco: You have added all of the right toppings, and now I am ready to eat.
“I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”
S.O.: I love everything about you.
Taco: I like that you enjoy tacos unadorned. It’s sweet.
“We need to take a break.”
S.O.: Let’s have some alone time and regroup in a few weeks.
Taco: You seem full. Pace yourself.
“You’re so cheesy.”
S.O.: I like your jokes, but they can be corny.
Taco: You really enjoy cheese. Jeez, take it easy.
“Bite me.”
S.O.: You’re annoying me. Please stop talking.
Taco: Take a bite out of me.
“Let’s just stay in tonight.”
S.O.: It’s time for cuddling and Netflix.
Taco: Just do take-out and bring me home with you.
“I don’t think your friends like me.”
S.O.: Your friends act odd around me, and it makes me feel self-conscious.
Taco: Your friends never order me. What’s the deal?
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
S.O.: It’s you.
Taco: Maybe I wasn’t ordered correctly? Did you say “no onions” because I know you don’t like onions?
“It’s over.”
S.O.: The relationship has concluded.
Taco: The meal has concluded.
