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I once wrote that I have a weakness for lean men with sculpted shoulders, dark curly hair, an incredible vocabulary and a library card.

This hasn’t changed.

This weakness recently came to mind when I was asked, “What type of man do you like?”

The question was asked during a bit of fun Girl Talk.

Yeah, big surprise, huh? Ms. Q, she who writes about relationships, personal growth and love.

Serious Stuff.

Except for when I write about bathrooms. But we won’t go there.

Anyway, I was asked what type of man I like.

Since this was in the context of Girl Talk I knew the question was about appearance and not substance.

I share that I am drawn towards tall lean men with dark hair and darker eyes. In true Girl Talk mode, we both laugh and she tells me her “type.”

I then say, “But that’s just my type…what I am drawn to.”

She nods.

I continue, “Actually, I really haven’t dated my type all that much.”

“Really?”

“What has happened to me is I’ll get to know a man, learn about him, find out who he is, and if I like who he is, he’ll become my type.”

Tall, short, bearded, bald, blue eyes, brown eyes, skinny, slightly overweight…

So sure, I like tall lean men with sculpted shoulders, dark curly hair and a devilish smile.

Rather, I am drawn to such men.

I see with entirely different eyes men I like and men I love.
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Dang.

Is it February already?!

You may have noticed I haven’t been writing as much.

Well..life has been a bit busy for me. Just a lot of stuff going on in all areas of my life.

Life had been busy in a good way.

I hope to be writing more soon. I’ve just had to put writing on a lower priority.

Sleep is higher on the list.

Speaking of sleep…I better get me some!
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I can cook.

I just don’t do any “real” cooking all that much. I consider “real” cooking to be cooking something that takes more than boiling water or reheating or even steaming.

Making toast? That’s not real cooking.

Making a sandwich? Not cooking.

Grilled cheese sandwich? OK. That counts. It mean, it’s actually something you can ruin. This criterion does not negate my claim that making toast isn’t cooking.

Yes, you can burn toast and ruin it but the same can be said for a Pop Tart and no one considers toasting a Pop Tart cooking.

Well…no one I know.

Now that I think about it, I don’t think I know many people who eat Pop Tarts and the few who do probably don’t go to the trouble of actually popping them into the toaster.

But back to my cooking. I eat simply and what cooking I do for myself is generally steam vegetables. I pair this with some packaged grill chicken.

I’m chatting with a friend and we’re discussing cooking. Like me, he’s single. Like me, he doesn’t spend a lot of time cooking.

I tell him that I have a few “no fail” meals that I can cook and that one of them is “doctored up” spaghetti.

“Doctored up?” he asks.

“I take a jar of spaghetti sauce and ‘doctor it up’” with Italian sausage, fresh garlic, fresh mushrooms, maybe a splash of red wine…let it simmer…usually turns out pretty good.”

“I do that!” he says. “I call mine ‘Kitchen Sink Pasta’.”

I can see that he doesn’t quite consider his Kitchen Sink Pasta ‘cooking’.

In my book Doctored Up Spaghetti or Kitchen Sink Pasta count as cooking. Each involves multiple steps, cooking skills (browning, chopping, boiling, simmering), a vast array of cooking tools (chopping board, knives, spatula/wooden spoon, colander) and more than 1 pot.

You may think differently but it’s my book.

So…how many of you doctor up a jar of spaghetti sauce?

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