My new 'Date Man' (we haven't had the "talk" about what we should call each other yet... *hint hint) said that I am only continuing to date him because he is a good (actually he is a GREAT cook but don't tell him that, okay?) cook.
I am a terrible cook.
I fucked up the rice the last time that I was cooking dinner with him.
That was my only job.
How does one even do that??
To be honest... (and he doesn't even know this.)
It's because there wasn't a one cup measurement... and I got confused on my fractions.
Stupid Math!! Done it again.
Soooo yup. It's true. I am using him.
But, I am pretty sure he is using me to get to my farm.
Everyone does.
Or my brother.
Let's hope it's not that.
Sooooo, Mr. Date Man make me these foods please.
I promise to kiss you.
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| Or just get me drunk. |
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