Foodie Calls
A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop on a lazy Sunday afternoon, when out of nowhere a female friend of mine hit me up on Instant Messenger.
Female Friend: Whatchu doing
Me: Writing
Female Friend: How long are you going to be?
Me: I don’t know. Why?
Female Friend: Me and my girl are making some crab legs with Mac n’ Cheese. If you’d like, you can come over.
Me: Hell yeah. What time?
Female Friend: Umm, we’re still cooking, everything should be ready in like two hours.
Me: Cool. I’ll be there.
Female Friend: See you then
My God, I thought. This is better than getting invited over for sex.
What I would like these days, more than a woman to invite me over for sex is a woman to invite me over for a good meal. One that she made. Just for me. Sort of like my friend did a few weeks ago.
I want to get a phone call, at like 6:00 p.m. Not 11:00 p.m. I want the person’s voice on the other end of the phone to be a woman. I want her to say, “Hey, what are you doing right now?” When I say, “Umm, nothing. Chilling. Watching SportsCenter.” I want her to say, “You hungry?”And when I say, “Yeah, I was actually about to eat right now.” I want her to say, “Don’t. Come over. I’m cooking dinner.”
Now that right there is sexy.
To be clear, I still covet the random, out-of-nowhere booty call. Love them, as a matter of fact. So this is not to say the booty calls should stop. They should keep coming.
I repeat. The booty calls should keep coming.
But a phone call to cook for me? A foodie call? If you ask me, women aren’t doing this enough.
There needs to be balance. If a woman is down to share her body with me, she should be down to share a cooked meal with me. And forget that rhetoric about how cooking is something reserved for boyfriends. Technically, so is sex. So why can’t I have both?
Most men would still prefer the booty call over the foodie call, but for me, most booty calls I receive nowadays get the Ignore button. Why? Because I’m hungry. A foodie call on the other hand, will not only be picked up on the first ring, but before she hangs up, I will be sitting at her table, fork and knife in hand. We can have sex for dessert.

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