I didn't say "sex" did I?
I had a man over for dinner on Sunday. I made beef stew served with crusty french bread because it was chilly. (In Southern California "chilly" means 75 degrees.)
Why is Charmaine cooking for a MAN? Because he fixes things.
If you've been single for life AND you're the type of woman who doesn't know where her vacuum cleaner is, things tend to fall into disrepair.
"You're improving the property value for my landlord" I objected. "This medicine cabinet is disgusting. I'm replacing it," he replied.
Sigh. (Batting eyelashes)
I'm a recovering Feminist. A year ago, if you'd tried to give me anything I'd have thrown it back in your face.
Because he'd been helpful, I allowed him to watch a football game.
"You probably don't watch football," he commented.
"Yes I do," I lied.
To demonstrate my enthusiasm, after watching the Giant's player fail to complete a pass out of bounds and then foolishly repeat the misstep, I screamed at the TV, "What in the hell is WRONG with you? Are you going to do the same thing over and over you moron?"
"Charmaine, that was an instant replay" he said.