I noticed a new ad running on television for, um, something. I guess they blew it as advertisement or else I know right off what it was for. Fail.
A family is cheerfully sitting at a restaurant booth, two children facing their parents. The dad is seen nicking a forkful of spaghetti from his wife's plate and the boy asks, "How you like your spaghetti, Mom?" She answers, "Ask your dad."
Clever, eh? She hadn't a chance to try her own meal yet, but the dad did.
Every woman I've dated, every one without exception, wants a bite of whatever I have on my plate. Just a taste. Often they have the first taste. An no male has ever done that. Not once. No male has shown the slightest interest about what I have on my plate and every female will have a bite before mine. That is my experience.
One female in particular was obsessed. She demanded a taste even though we've been to the same restaurant several times, and even though she ordered the same thing herself before. She was and probably still is an insanely compulsive taster.
Her case was so extreme it became an issue of discussion. She defended her practice. I just have to have a taste. The whole time would be ruined if refused.
"Oh man, this is good. Wanna try some?" Offered to a male, "Nah, I'm good." (Don't mess up my buds with conflicting flavors. Or cause unnecessary regret for poor ordering decision. I suppose.) As for myself, I couldn't care less what your meal tastes like. My attention is focused on my own. Not yours.
The ad makers know this. I'm certain of that. When I see this ad I know for certain the writers purposefully reversed natural roles. Now, I'll bet you have different experience, but that is mine.