Love Sex Romance, blog no. 2
Bring Food. Arrive Naked. (Part 1)
Bring Food. Arrive Naked. (Part 1)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She’s standing on your porch, ringing the doorbell, waiting for you. She’s holding your Favorite Food of All Time. (For the sake of argument, let’s say it’s a deep-dish pizza with pepperoni, sausage and mushrooms.) And she’s wearing…nothing. (She heeded the advice of some crazy author who suggested that she “Bring Food. Arrive Naked.”—to surprise and delight her mate.”
There may be a man who would not be gaga if his lover appeared at the door in this manner—but in twenty-five years of teaching Romance Seminars, I’ve never met one.
And while this advice will certainly work for singles, it is really intended for marrieds. I understand from watching Friends and Sex and the City that this kind of behavior is commonplace in the singles world. It’s here among the veteran marrieds that these kinds of antics are lacking/desired/needed/fantasized about.
Food Note: Anything fancier than a pizza is unnecessary.
Garment Note: High heels are allowed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Greg