As we all know, I have been on dating sites and out in Manhattan trying to meet Mr. Right but have not yet found him. So maybe I’m just not meeting the type of men I want on these dating sites or not going to the right places in the city so I decided to try something new. I decided to take some cooking classes in the hope that I will meet a single man who wants to learn to take care of himself and not just eat cereal for every meal.
I went to my first cooking class prepared to meet some mature good-looking bachelors. I wore heels, more makeup, washed my hair, and took more time picking out my outfit… it was a waste of time. There were the sickening adorable couple, two sisters, three husbands who want to learn to cook for their wives (most likely their wives bought them the class), and a few single women. No bachelors. And that night, I had to suffer with heels and a dress, cooking for a couple of hours.
After that, every cooking class I went to my hope to find my bachelor slowly disappeared along with my extra grooming. And of course, witnessing couples cooking, laughing, and having a good time annoyed the fuck out of me. I wanted to throw my vegetables at them or toss large amounts of hot pepper in their food.
So, unfortunately cooking classes will not help me find my Mr. Right but that’s okay because now I can learn how to cook for my fat ass and make really good food and maybe one day, when I do meet the man of my dreams I can cook for him.
I posted some pictures of my food, because that’s what I can show to people instead of telling them a great story about how I met my future boyfriend.