tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663512916982953209.post8595103257565331760..comments2023-06-12T09:24:05.289-04:00Comments on 101 Bad Desi Dates: 106. HOPE IS FLAT101 Bad Desi Dateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12694436152283507112noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663512916982953209.post-54596272747019904212010-05-24T23:52:17.840-04:002010-05-24T23:52:17.840-04:00Dear Peg ... I dont who invented it! Probably a hu...Dear Peg ... I dont who invented it! Probably a hungry man! LOL! I am so with you. I am all done cooking for others. Of course I now have the world's smallest kitchen and I dont cook for myself! And I am couchless so when I had friends over for a carpet picnic. They say on the floor and ate pizza and drank wine. And loved it. So I am with you, the next man who even makes the cut for dinner, 101 Bad Desi Dateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12694436152283507112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-663512916982953209.post-29399107213532189912010-05-24T00:32:22.131-04:002010-05-24T00:32:22.131-04:00I have to say that I don't understand the roma...I have to say that I don't understand the romantic-ness of cooking a meal for someone. In fact I find it very nuturing and maternal (or paternal if the guy does the cooking), which, early in the dating game would seem to be kind of a turn-off. I had a guy cook a fab meal for me once and it made me a little uncomfortable, esp. since I hate lamb and had to choke it down anyway. I also had a SPA Alpinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10813485987278598968noreply@blogger.com