December 4th, 2008 7:30 p.m.
menu:
eggs with cream, spinach, brie and prosciutto
yukon gold hashbrowns
grapefruit and pomegranate salad
crusty garlic loaf
chocolate oblivion tartlets with kahlua whipped cream
earl grey gin and lemonade
guest:
aaron fryman
aaron happens to be an incredibly talented masseur and we came up with a deal: i make him delicious food (with a very specifically chocolatecentric dessert) and he gives me a massage. now, don't tell him this, but it is a win-win situation for me. yes, i will be doing dishes for the rest of my natural-born life, but i get to make a decadent meal, a ridiculous dessert and THEN I GET AN OUTSTANDING MASSAGE. seriously, by the end of it i managed to melt onto my couch and fall asleep pretty early.
anyone who may be interested in his services, let me know. his rates are really reasonable and he's open to bartering...
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I understand the languor induced by rich food, the flirtatiousness of borderline-erotic touching, and the giggly, teasy thrill of self-display, but what about...sex? You know, the artless, unapproximated real stuff. Could a woman get used to that?
sex? yes, i'm quite sure a girl could get used to sex as well.
however, i've found it is much easier to find people i'd like to eat with.
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