Sprung
Hello my friends! What’s happened since I last wrote? Let’s see- I think I grew a lot older, the Presidential campaign found a way to drag on until I die, and oh, I got another date. Which brings a particularly interesting conundrum to this post: How do you tell somebody they can’t cook?
I went on Singlesnet to find another boy- this time picking one who I actually thought was over 20 and not still in diapers. He’s a great guy- but the problem is that he always asks me over for dinner. And every time I hate it.
It’s not that he’s a bad cook, it’s just that he always cooks the wrong thing. I hate fish- so it shows up on the table. Pork? Terrible- and we have it for dinner. How do I tell him that I’m picky enough that I only eat bad food- like fast food, Chinese, and whatever is in the frozen food aisle?
He probably doesn’t realize it because of my girlish figure and all around amazing taste. But I have to tell him soon- I don’t think I can face escargot.
Tags: awkward, chinese food, cooking, singlesnet, take out
