Is supposedly through his stomach. Maybe this is where I’ve gone wrong with my relationships in the past-I wasn’t feeding the guy well. Sure, pizza and Chinese take-out is fine, but neither really says, “I care for you, let’s get it on.” (Unless you’re married to or dating a redneck dude, then beer and Cheetos do the trick). I’ve found the answer for all the single gals out there in the blogosphere: a cooking with aphrodisiacs DVD. A girl can’t have a true romantic evening after eating pizza loaded with sausage and cheese-the best she’ll get is a huge belch and hearing, “dang that’s the best burp I’ve had all day,” from her man. Poached Pears with Chocolate & Raspberry Sauce-better choice. Sexy. Elegant. Romantic. Light a few lavender candles and you’re on your way to not only pleasing your man, but a full stomach and a nice smelling house. Now, all I need is a DVD on how to find a man who isn’t a selfish goober and I’m set.
