The best date I had this year was stuffed with a pecan half and dipped in dark chocolate. I was invited to a concert by a girlfriend who informed me that even if the concert was boring, the deserts would make up for it. She did not exaggerate. I found myself shying away from several men who came close to talking with me. It seems they have grown accustomed to women making the initial advances, and that leaves a feeling in my stomach much like the first time I tried sushi. "Slightly nervous that I might humiliate myself in public." I decided to join an on line dating site. It's not just any dating site, but a Christian site. I naively expected men to drop what they were doing and flock to my site. As the numbers have shown, there are few men in my age group 50-55 who are looking for women who actually know the difference between a flan and jello pudding.
They will forgive many shortcomings as long as the ladies are 20 yrs their junior. The last 2 gentlemen were the age of my mother and father respectively. No one could be that rich or that interesting to me. I doubt very much that they would tolerate my spicy cooking without serious indigestion. I learned to truly enjoy sushi many years ago. It's seems my culinary adventures may have been for naught if the general consensus is that I should acquire a taste for "Geritol."
Cooking for a variety of tastes has proven to be a challenge to me, but I love all good food, so I will compromise anything except chocolate. Rich, dark chocolate! Served daily with the "Fruit of the Spirit." This perhaps it the true reason that I don't recieve mail on my site. I eat well and live with a greatful heart. There are certainly real men out there who will not settle for the anything less than perfection. If I do happen to trip over them, I hope I will not trip over myself trying to feed them. After all I'm just a little shy on the perfection they are looking for. Perhaps if the perfect man dropped in my path, I just might consider avoiding chocolate long enough to lose that last 10 lbs. "Probably not" Somewhere deep down I believe that men love curves.