Meals To Cook For Your Girlfriend

meals to cook for your girlfriend
  • any female friend; "Mary and her girlfriend organized the party"
  • a girl or young woman with whom a man is romantically involved; "his girlfriend kicked him out"
  • A regular female companion with whom a person has a romantic or sexual relationship
  • A woman's female friend
  • Girlfriend is a term that can refer to either a female partner in a non-marital romantic relationship or a female non-romantic friend that is closer than other friends.
  • Any of the regular occasions in a day when a reasonably large amount of food is eaten, such as breakfast, lunch, or dinner
  • The food eaten on such an occasion
  • (meal) the food served and eaten at one time
  • (meal) coarsely ground foodstuff; especially seeds of various cereal grasses or pulse
  • (meal) any of the occasions for eating food that occur by custom or habit at more or less fixed times
  • Prepare (food, a dish, or a meal) by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways
  • Heat food and cause it to thicken and reduce in volume
  • (of food) Be heated so that the condition required for eating is reached
  • English navigator who claimed the east coast of Australia for Britain and discovered several Pacific islands (1728-1779)
  • someone who cooks food
  • prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"

I was late to see Vanessa. She told me to meet her at her new place at seven’ish but it was already 6:45. It'd take me at least twenty minutes to get to downtown and then to find her home. I wasn’t doing anything before then, just watching basketball on TV. Vanessa moved out from the house on N. Street a few months ago. Now she lived deeper into downtown, within walking distance to the freeway, with her boyfriend Stephen. We talked about moving to Oakland together a few years ago. We talked about finding a place in midtown when Oakland didn’t happen. But they moved out without me. I don’t think we’ll ever make it out to Oakland: Stephen was back in school, Vanessa was working a steady job. We we were wandering the dry creek-bed behind by the Kaiser Hospital. Suburban exploration. In the winter, the creek-bed would flood and become a lake. In the summer, there was no water at all, and you could walk underneath the flood drains, two large tunnels, that ran underneath Laguna Boulevard. I imagined that we could hear the traffic rolling over our heads, separated by just a few feet of concrete. “I'm a good roommate, I'd cook breakfast for you guys before leaving for work,” I said back then. "You don’t have to cook for us. We can just eat together," she said. 6:50. A few minutes wouldn't matter. I pulled into the parking lot of a McDonald's just before freeway on ramp. I drove to the back of the lot and parked next to gold minivan. I wanted a quiet place to smoke away from the traffic. You never know who might drive by. I noticed a man standing outside on the driver side of the van. I didn’t see him before. He was middle-aged, had blonde hair, a paunched stomach just over his belt buckle and wore a faded suit. He was also having a smoke and glanced at me as I turned off the headlights. I wondered if I should get out or not. It would be stranger to just park and leave. But, I wasn't looking for company; I didn't think I was. I texted Vanessa to tell her I would be late, "I'm on my way," I said, and got out of the car. "Out for a smoke?" I said. He nodded. "I don't smoke in my car." "Same here," I said, "This isn't even my car." "I don't like my wife and kids to know I smoke. I don't like my co-workers to to know I smoke." "Same here." “We’re closet smokers.” He was a ready talker. Usually, I prefer not to talk when I'm having a cigarette. It goes against the point of seeking solitude and I don't like how I have to juggle my breath between inhaling, exhaling, and talking. I only talked because I didn’t like the awkwardness of two people standing outside, next to their cars, at the back of a McDonald’s parking lot. It was the circumstance. "My wife quit last year," he said. "My girlfriend too,” I said. "She use to have four or five a day. Now it's even less. Maybe four for the entire week." "My girlfriend's the same. She's trying to quit. She's probably had four the entire month." Since we were sharing our catalog of guilty pleasure, I thought I'd offer a little as well. My girlfriend; I still refer to her as such whenever it came up with strangers. I don't like the word ex, and I've never used this word when it came to her. There's a finality about it that I don't like. So I call her by her name. “I don’t smoke when I drink anymore so it’s only two or three a day. When I’m gambling though, that’s a different story,” he said. "Well, it's not a pack a day," I said. "God no. Never a pack a day. Never have." I stood up on the lip of the concrete tree divider and put one hand in my coat pocket and rocked back and forth on my heels. Since he was driving a minivan and parked behind a McDonald's at around seven, I guessed that his wife and kids were inside. "I know what you mean." "Looks like you and I are cut from the same cloth." He laughed and exhaled causing the smoke to break into choppy wisps instead of one long even plume. I looked at his worn out suit, beige with small crisscrossing lines of maroon, his minivan, the paunch belly. Cut from the same cloth. "Usually, I have one on my way home from work," he said. "I guess you got to throw your coat into the corner of the closet every time you get home?" "Oh yeah. Definitely. My kids just know that I have gum on me all the time." "It's like that with my girlfriend even though I know she doesn't mind." I lied; I don't live with her. Just another fantasy. "They're getting expensive too." "Yeah. When I was China, they were so cheap. You could get Lucky Strikes for just two bucks." "I know what you mean. It was the same when I was at the base in Germany." It took me a few seconds to realize that he was talking about the military base. "The German cigarettes were just awful. They have that sour aftertaste that makes
Pretty Woman Model Wearing Sexy Halloween Costume
Pretty Woman Model Wearing Sexy Halloween Costume
Let me know if you think this is a healthy change for me... Here is my reality and what I'm going to tell you I'm looking for in a girlfriend from now on in my life: If you don't do laundry you will eventually run out of underwear. Can you hang out and relax while the dryer is going? If you eat out all the time your butt will be HUGE! Can you enjoy conversation in the evening while a homecooked meal is being prepared? (Better yet are you cooking?) Hitting the bars and parties is fun, but can be a bit expensive and lacks intimacy. Can you see yourself spending Friday nights at home (maybe even with a family) in the future? Don't get me wrong, I love going out and being busy. I just think it's important to face the truth that people get older and wiser and their needs change. I think everybody needs to accept these things for a relationship to go the distance. Once again, this editorial has nothing to do whatsoever with this or any other photo I have put up on my flickr photostream. I did a photoshoot with a beautiful young university student named Kayla on Sunday, March 21, 2010. She is a sexy brunette with a great personality who likes to goof around some and is a fun subject to work with and this was a productive photo session. It was an enjoyable afternoon for me although I thought there is plenty of room for improvement on my work. Regardless, I wanted to add the first of my work to my photostream so that people can have an opportunity to check out Kayla. This is a shot of her in her Halloween costume as a police woman. I'm trying to upload all my other photoshoots as well though so patience is a virtue.

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