Dixon’s dating and dining desires

Once I’m in a committed relationship with a beautiful woman (or at least committed to spending time trying to get her in the sack), I love bringing food into the mix. I’m not talking about food entering the boudoir unless it’s room service after a 24-hour Vegas bender – I’m talking about dinner dates.

I’m not very old-fashioned, but wining and dining a pretty lady is one of my specialties.

That being said, there are some things that piss me off and ruin my whole night, despite the fact that we’re just on the first course and I didn’t plan on ending things until the sun came up. Yes, what you order and choose to eat can make or break the date – and our future.

I want a woman to eat. I know that in some parts of the country, ordering a salad can be considered overeating, but here in Chicago, we live on deep-dish pizza, messy Italian beef and hot dogs that will make your granny cry with happiness.

All I ask is that you show me you can hang by partaking in one of my favorite past times – eating! – then invite me over for dessert … and I’m not talking the chocolate mousse variety.

Ladies, can you comply if I buy?

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