Cooking to get laid
After 23 years of dating, I’ve finally realized that, when guys offer to cook for me, they’re really not looking to receive compliments on their culinary skills.
They’re looking to get laid. Cooking to get laid, rather.
First, they reel a girl in to their house with the dinner offer. They then offer wine with dinner to get the girl a bit tipsy. Post-dinner comes an invitation to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch, and then it’s “oh, look at the time. It’s late. And you’ve been drinking. Do you wanna stay for the night?”
It’s a genius move — I mean, if the date was an outing at a restaurant and a movie theater, there would have to be the “so, do you wanna come over to my place?” talk. But if dinner and the movie is at his pad in the first place, then the awkward conversation of whether or not the girl comes to the house can be avoided. She’s already there.




So true. Sneaky fuckers!
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