When on a date, I've never been a 'just a salad for me' kind of girl. If I'm in the mood for a salad, I'll have one. If I want a deep-fried bonanza, I'll have that. I have only one rule about eating on a date: it has to be as non-messy as possible. I don't want to be covered head-to-toe in barbecue sauce while sitting across from a man I'd like
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What happens if you eat spare ribs? Does your vagina disappear?
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Hey, what the hell happened to my libido? DAMMIT, NOT AGAIN! I was so good yesterday by not eating my General Tso's with the chopsticks. Sigh. Guess it's back to soy cakes and arugula with that spritzy flavored-water salad dressing.
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I kid.
Yeah, I guess getting the "Oh hey, guess what, I like sauteed peppers and sometimes my feeding-myself skills fail me" thing out of the way early is a plus. And why was I worried about being perfectly genteel when we were at a student bar for the purpose of yelling at baseball players on a tv screen anyway?
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On the other hand, dining out at a nice restaurant with a dress code usually means more attention to table manners.
Having said all of that, I second, third and fourth what the first commenter said - and, what's worse, these feelings tend to be so deeply ingrained that dealing with them can be a full-time job.
Your date was most definitely on the right track with the "cute" comment. Thumbs up to that one.
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I never thought men paid all that much attention. So are you paying attention? And to what? If we're available? Do you assume we're lusty in the boudoir if we have a lusty appetite?
Again, just curious. I've given up trying to figure out men. You'd think growing up with 412 brothers, I'd have them down by now, but my brothers are a lot different than the men I meet.
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