In the 1980’s, I was slaving away, sort of, as a bartender in a very hip, pricey Washington DC restaurant with other pretty, college-educated, young-but-aging, smarty-pants women who waited the wobbly, freesia’d, linen’d tables for tips while pursuing important artsy, intellectual interests by day. We were cool, smart, attractive and complete losers in the shark-infested, DC dating pool. Pretty faces, broken hearts, all of us. Over and over again.
One night, I noticed that the ordinary women in that hot restaurant kitchen that we all avoided, the women inventing new, seductive feasts every evening, were all happily married. Married to really nice men. Handsome, manly men. Could it be true? The way to a man’s heart...?
I started quizzing these patient women about how they dressed these delicious salads I’d been enjoying. What’s the sauce on the salmon? How did you prepare these steaks?
It’s true. Once I began cooking for the men in my life, anathema to most women of my stupid demographic, the long desired pronouncements of love and offers of marriage materialized. I enjoyed cooking and realized its primal value to myself and men. Yum!
Education occurs anywhere, everywhere. Screw college. Be nice and cook well.
It is a nice thought, though.
Not all men need the same thing.
/johnny
Education is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. You acquired wisdom!
Education occurs anywhere, everywhere. Screw college. Be nice and cook well.
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Words of wisdom.
If they are hungry, feed them. If not, .....
That’s one of the coolest posts I’ve ever read.
When you are seducing people, the kitchen is the place to be.
A man who cooks for a woman in his own kitchen wins every time. A woman who cooks for a man can own him for life, a woman in a kitchen wins the man, the children, the grand kids, the extended family, and in the old days, the boss of her man.
It is the center.
Your word “primal” is so accurate.
Exactly!
My husband and I joke that if I am more than ten feet from the bedroom or kitchen, consider me a runaway. I live to wait on my husband hand and foot. And he reciprocates unconditionally.
We give one hunderd percent to each other and have the utmost respect for each other. In discussing marriage with two of my coworkers, they asked what our nicknames were for each other. I said that I call my husband ‘Sir’ and they practically spontaneously combusted. Neither one of them is married, having a succession of failed relationships where they gave and gave and ended up empty handed, older and alone. This man is the one that I want to grow old with, to take care of and spend my time making sure he has the best of everything I can give him.
Feminism is one of the biggest crimes perpetrated on the human race.
“Wanted: women with boat and motor. Send picture of boat and motor.”
LOL - A friend of mine once told me the secret to marrying well: Never cook for a man. Once he finds out you can cook you’ll never go out to dinner again. Also, and very important, your dining room is one room away from the bedroom. You never, ever let him into your bedroom. Well, maybe not never ever. At least hold out for Bermuda!