Last night I decided to create a surprise for Jake when he got home. It was all inspired by these fancy cupcakes that were on sale at Fry’s. I don’t eat sweets, but Jake loves them, so I got him a layered, frosted, cream-filled German chocolate piece of deliciousness.
Sunday, he’d taken some wild turbot fillets out of the freezer. I am always leery when he does this, as he has a hectic schedule and doesn’t cook very often (and I am also sort of opposed to eating fish at home and don’t like that he even buys it). But by Tuesday, it was clear: cook the fish tonight or it was going to go bad.
So I used a citrus rub that he’d bought recently, some olive oil, and some fresh lemons to create a marinade. I broiled it for 5 minutes a side and then put it on a bed of quinoa flavored with shallots, garlic, and leeks as well as a “chicken” vegan bouillon, and served it with what is probably the last of this season’s fresh corn on the cob.
Jake had promised to leave work at a specified time so it’d all be ready when he got home, and I was tracking his journey home via the Latitudes program in iGoogle. By the time he arrived, on the coffee table was the fancy cupcake, two wineglasses with fresh strawberries in them, and a bottle of pinot grigio. I had only one low light on in the living room, and lots of candles. On the bed was my nude photo album…
So, as you have probably guessed, we had a fantastic home cooked dinner, some wine, and then some hot sex [Best compliment of the night: “you look exactly the same in these photos as you do today.” Not bad, considering they were taken 6-8 years ago!]. An excellent night for a Tuesday We also shared some conversation, where I was delving for the answers to the mystery that is the male mind. Here’s what I found out:
- Not surprising: he loves that I decided to take up cooking as a hobby because it provides a tangible benefit to him.
- Surprising: he didn’t realize that’s why I chose that particular hobby. I said, “Well, you can’t just be the person that your significant other wants to be with in the beginning of the relationship. You have to be that person every day.” He said that he is constantly surprised that someone of my calibre would even love him, but he tries not to think about that too much (beyond remembering to say & do things that show he appreciates me) because it makes him really nervous.
Then, because I’d been thinking about this since the discussion about porn, and one reader’s comment that she felt insecure about her body sometimes because she could see her boyfriend’s physical reaction to other women. Forewarning: if you use the fact that a guy has/will have sex with you to boost your self-esteem/body image, this will be pretty disappointing.
Me: On a scale of 1-10, where would a woman have to fall before she was so unattractive that you physically wouldn’t be able to perform/get hard?
Jake: I could probably have sex with a 3. Any lower, and I might have trouble. Might. I actually think most guys could probably get hard in the presence of most women, if they were naked.
Me: Would you admit to your friends that you’d slept with a 3?
Jake: No, you lie and say you had sex with a 6.
Me: No, no, it’s someone all your friends know, so they know her “real” number.
Jake: Oh. No, then.
Me: At what point would you admit to your friends that you’d slept with someone? At what point would you brag?
Jake: I’d admit to sleeping with a 4. I’d brag about sleeping with a 7. [Note: despite what we’ve said before on several occasions about where people place themselves on a scale of 1-10, the fact that he’d admit to sleeping with anyone on the “hump” of a perfect bell curve makes his expectations pretty realistic. I’d say that given his career and looks he’d be an 8, but the fact that he’s 5’7″ probably places him in the middle of the bell curve by a lot of women’s standards.]
He asked why I wanted to know all this, and I was telling him about the comments on my latest entry and how he was pretty much the only man I could ask about this stuff and get an honest answer besides Lance, and it would be a wasted effort to ask Lance since he can post his own opinion on the blog whenever he wants and doesn’t need me to interview him
Jake said, why don’t you just ask your readers? I explained that I always do, in the comments (I still don’t think he even really understands what a blog is, ha) but that I had to have something to tell people in the entry. I said, “Don’t you realize by now that everything you tell me is immediately generalized to apply to all men everywhere and presented to the Honey and Lance readers as the gospel of the male mind?”
He blinked. “Oh.”
Who would you sleep with on the bell curve? Leave a comment below, and then enjoy these fine posts:
- Dating Beautiful
- Out of Your League Girl: Not That Hot
- Smart Folks Are Sexy
- Accomplish Something to Become More Attractive