He would defy his diet so I’d have someone to eat out with.
My friends know me as a foodie. I regale them with tales of restaurants and torture them with food porn. But I only have ammunition for such because I have company when I did all those; I am a coward if I will eat out alone. Just so you know: I have gone out to dine by myself. But I doubt anyone would consider fast food restaurants—or take-outs—challenging.
While I have a good number of people I could call on, Jake is the most reliable, willing, and predictable.
Because of all those food trips, he has gained a lot of weight. He’s now on meds and has to be seriously monitored. He jokes about it but I have a good idea of what he’s going through and possibly even more.
Despite his situation, he’d still volunteer to accompany me anywhere my cravings take me. Even when I just casually post stuff about food, he’d readily oblige.
He would go the whole nine yards so I’m not alone out there.
For the record, I am quite grateful that Jake is my best friend. But I wish I could do more than just be expressive about my thanks and give him health and exercise tips. I do not want to lose him because of food.