So, now that the interlude with only one man for three weeks is over, a new dinner guest will be here. I actually chose him several weeks ago, but my other dinner guest postponed his appearance. Here are the craigslist questions I asked and his answers:
1. What snacks would you bring on a picnic?
A Roman feast - wine, dates and pistachios. Cheese would also be a right answer, maybe figs too.
2. If your lover served you a terrible meal, what would you do?
Depends if he's having a bad day or it's par for the course. If it's a bad day, politeness and encouragement never go astray. But I confess I used to go out with someone and after he burnt pancakes, ruined porridge and failed at pasta I couldn't help but poke a bit of fun.
3. Where is your favorite place to do grocery shopping?
There's a rather trendy independent supermarket near where I live that sells a lot of fancy produce and real bread. I mean, *real bread* which I can't get at the Mexican supermarket or Safeway. The trendy place is expensive, though, and only for special occasions like birthdays and funerals.
If you're interested in having me over, I'd really appreciate, if I may, your answers to three questions of my own choosing:
1. You have a very complicated machine which does nothing. Which would you prefer - keeping it a secret even though you can't do anything with it, or telling people about it and at least making some conversation out of it?
2. What piece of music do you want played at your funeral?
3. If you could ask any figure in history the questions you asked me, who would it be?
Honestly, I mostly chose him because he actually was bold enough to ask questions of his own. Hmm... good idea/bad idea?
I have a steady, intimate relationship with food. But my relationship to men is much more precarious. This blog documents an experiment to resolve these two parts of my life. Using craigslist or my awkward flirting skills, I entice random men over to my house by cooking an elaborate meal. This is what happens...
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