The Way to a Man’s Heart

Someone told me, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Actually, a LOT of people say that. Since everybody is saying that, it must be true. I fell pretty hard for Jose. He’s a musician, he’s funny, he’s thoughtful, and he’s friendly. But most importantly, he’s smart. Nothing turns me on more than a man with a brain, because who wants to go out with an idiot? Not me. DEFINITELY not me.

I eventually even took up music in order to relate to him. Found a hidden talent within me on the way and guess what I bring to rehearsal? Chocolate chip brownies! MMMmmm……yes they were impressive but were they enough? I used to bring not only brownies but dinner! Rice, noodles, entrees, lasagna, cake, cookies, it was plentiful!! I thought, “Well, this should definitely be the day he falls in love with me.” Then I’d take my impressive goodies to rehearsal and let everyone have a taste.

The first bite is of my brownie sends a surge of sweet tasting, sugar-enveloped satisfaction through the tongue, down the body, and into the stomach and really hits the spot. No, these weren’t “special” brownies, just regular ones. Don’t think I could make those even if I wanted to….or could I? Tangent. Yes, brownies were good, but were they good enough to get me a date? That’s a tough call. Where are these men who fall in love with women who cook and bake? There must be a lot of them in order to constitute a cliché. Because as often as I’ve heard this saying, I have yet to experience meeting a man who fell in love with my cooking. It’s not that I’m a bad cook, I just wanted to meet these men who find domesticated women attractive. I’ve met TONS of men and none of them have ever asked me out based solely on my cooking.

In conclusion, I would have to say that the way to a man’s heart is NOT through his stomach. So what is the way? Honestly, as many men as there are on this planet, I doubt there is just one way. I really just need to bring my physical attraction up to date. I don’t dress much like a girl. I actually dress like I don’t care. Maybe I should care, which reminds me of my previous blog, Wrapping Myself. I know people say inner beauty is most important but what is the beauty that people see when you first meet? It’s the physical beauty, right? This means I need to update my wardrobe. I can’t chase after Jose anymore though. He is with someone else. That’s allright. I later realized we were probably better off as friends. I moved on to other crushes in life.

I hate this entry. I’d start over but I already wrote it so it would seem such a waste. The next entry better be amazingly profound. Ignore this one. I mean it!