Well, that just depends. Seriously though. The idea is not that far fetched. Nerve endings all over your ears.
I just like a nice ear cleaning. One time, I had to go to the doctor to get Q tip cotton removed from my ear. I’m not such a junkie anymore. But I tell you what, a couple minutes alone with a nice Q tip cleaning has easily trumped some dates. There. I said it. Sometimes I’d just rather clean my ears. Right after washing my hair.
Dinner: Raw Tomatillo Salsa.
So it’s true. I don’t always sit down to an awesome supper. I grew up with Dinner Time is Family Time. You sit at a table, you eat the food on your plate, you talk about your day and you ask to be excused. There was no TV, no radio, and in the teen years, sometimes no talking.
But being single and living in a studio where the coffee table is the kitchen table, the TV is 5 feet away, and I don’t even start cooking til 9:30, well, dinner time has become decidedly less formal, and I don’t always make a “meal.” Tonight, I made salsa and chips. And let me tell ya. It was good. And pretty healthy if not mildly incomplete, though it beats the Root Beer Float Summer of 2005, during which I seriously had a root beer float for dinner every. single. night. (I’m not the only one talking about Root Beer Floats tonight. Something’s in the air.)
I think most people have special “single” dinners. There’s a book of essays about this very thing: Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant. The Year of Spaghetti is my favorite. The winter sunlight imagery gets me every time.
I like dinners like this. They’re kind of like Breakfast for Dinner Night or Healthy Salad Night growing up. My family was strictly meat and potatoes, but every now and again we’d branch out with eggs and V-8 juice (for the vegetable) or a “light and healthy” salad buffet that consisted of romaine lettuce and every single cured meat and cheese from the deli piled on top. And homemade blue cheese dressing. My favorite though was when my dad went out of town or working late and my mom would make corn fritters (deep fat fried) and fried bread dough sprinkled with sugar. [Mmmmm. Fried bread. Sugar.]
If you have to know, I ate the entire bowl of salsa tonight while watching Friends reruns. With BLUE corn chips because I’m classy like that.
And G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.
***10-minute later update***
I had to flush my eyes with cold water for 5 minutes because I took out my contact lenses with serrano chili residue on my fingers. That’s what I get for being smug about my single dinner.
Posted in Being Single
Tagged bread, corn fritters, dinner, family time, glamorous, meat and potatoes, root beer float, salsa, sugar, supper, tomatillo
This is my book.
The review copies for The Science of Single came to my office today. It’s been just about 4 years since I started the project. Long gestation time. It’s weird to see it so … final, and not 100s of pages of wrinkled paper laden with squiggly edits. This is the uncorrected proof. It will be on sale Jan. 4, 2011. I can only speak in short sentences because I’m so overwhelmed by this kid. I mean book.
Posted in Being Single, Dating, Love, Relationships, Sex
Tagged review copies, the science of single
This has nothing on gazing parties! Apparently, I was asleep when the first season aired. Second season starts Aug. 9 and I’m into it. I can’t say that I’ve ever tried this sort of thing and I’m quite sure I won’t. Ever. Physical connections are essential, but there’s something a little…wrong about this. Maybe because it reminds me of Rock of Love and Bret Michaels on a date in the dark with three different girls. Not pretty.
OK, back to The Bachelorette and poor, hot, confused Frank. And Ali, who is working it. I encourage it! (I’m not really a reality TV person. Really. Only at the gym. It’s the only thing on!)
In other hot, weird men news: James Franco. I mean, did you guys know he’s on General Hospital? You have to watch this clip. Give it 15 seconds.)
Posted in Dating, Love, Relationships
Tagged dating in the dark, gazing party, general hospital, james franco, rock of love, the bachelorette
