A woman who eats

Long ago, I used to think it was totally hot to see a woman driving a pickup truck (maybe it's a Texas thing). It's even hotter when a woman can change the oil in her pickup truck. Even better than that? A woman who's not afraid to eat.

Now, I'm not saying I scoured the prairie until I could find a "sturdy" woman who could hold her own at the buffet. I'm just saying back in the day, when I was single, it was a total turnoff to be on a date and the gal orders a twig from the appetizer menu and stares at you big-eyed when you're chomping down on a three-patty thunderburger with a side of fries. People, we need food to survive. It's best to pick foods that are healthful and can fuel you through the day. By golly, we all need to eat.

For the record, my Petite Filet isn't afraid to eat, but that's not the only reason I married her (she's driving a pickup truck now, so hott!).

Had lunch with two women from a major regional hospital system yesterday. Both were in good physical shape and young, so I figured they'd pick a place that overcharged for dainty tea sandwiches and girlie crystal pitchers of iced tea. But no, they wanted barbecue. One of them is pregnant, so I expected she'd load up a brisket platter with two heaping sides (she did). The other, about to be married, tall and thin and sophisticated-looking, ordered a sausage platter and got two fried sides. And a soda!

Be still my heart, that was cool. They almost made me feel overly healthy for picking green beans for my own plate.

Note to single guys: the girls who can eat are the girls who can cook.
Note to single women: eat something!
Note to me: stop eating so many thunderburgers!