My wife used to think that a man who knew how to work on cars was sexy until I built a racecar in the garage, and she saw the parts invoices.
She also used to think a man who cooks is sexy until she learned that I am a GOOD cook and consequently that means I don’t want help, I want you the fuck out of my kitchen, don’t sample the ingredients they are weighed and portioned for a damn reason and if you put sweet baby rays on a $50 cut of steak again it will be the last time I ever cook for you.
My wife used to think that a man who knew how to work on cars was sexy until I built a racecar in the garage, and she saw the parts invoices.
She also used to think a man who cooks is sexy until she learned that I am a GOOD cook and consequently that means I don’t want help, I want you the fuck out of my kitchen, don’t sample the ingredients they are weighed and portioned for a damn reason and if you put sweet baby rays on a $50 cut of steak again it will be the last time I ever cook for you.