Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2008

How to judge a dude by his food

I'm single, dating and a bit of a food person (to put it mildly). I can’t imagine dating someone who isn’t a food person or, worse, someone who eats the same thing every day. I know, I know—I’ll probably end up with a guy who lives on Spaghetti-o’s and Bud Light. And it’ll probably serve me right for being as judgmental as I’m about to be.

See, I often think about the so-called rules of dating, as they apply to the ladies: You know, like don’t order just a salad because you’ll be pegged as the diet girl or don’t ask for anything “on the side” because he’ll think you’re a high-maintenance diva. I felt like it was time to turn the dinner tables on the boys and offer up my own gut reaction to some common first date orders. And based on your response the last time I did something like this, I fully expect you to weigh in with your own opinions.


Steak - It's hot when a dude orders steak. That said, everything in moderation. I went out a few times with a tattooed pseudo-stud who ordered steak compulsively. It was cute —until I realized he was doing Atkins. Just like you don't want to know when we feel fat, we don't want to know that you're on a fad diet.

Fish - I really like you! You're confident and comfortable in your own skin. You appreciate the finer things and you’re a little bit health-conscious. Again, just don't order it every time, or I’ll start thinking you’re uptight.

Pasta - Perfecto. Just please don't wear a bib. And if you order something boring like pasta primavera, own it. Say you're in the mood for something simple. Otherwise I might picture myself in Napa sipping a pinot while you’re reaching for a Michelob Light.

Dumplings – You’re cute. Cute as a button, or, er…a dumpling.

General Tso's Chicken - You're not one to go against the grain, but hey, there's nothing wrong with an easygoing fella.

Greek salad - Points for culture, but just like we can't do the salad, you can't either. I don't care how much feta is in there.

Chicken tenders - Is your momma coming to dinner with us, little buddy?

Pad thai - Safest bet on the menu, but the fact that you suggested Thai in the first place is cool.

Fajitas - You're sizzling company. Just make sure you don't get any of that sizzle on my sweater.

Turkey - If it's not Thanksgiving and you're not at Subway, don't order turkey. I can't explain it but just trust me on this one.

Game - Uh, as long as it's not accompanied by hunting-with-Daddy stories, do your thing. And one more thing...please don't sport mandals.

Pizza - If we're at a Pizzeria or a pub, it's all good, but if we are at a white table-clothed restaurant, you might want to aim a little higher. I mean, what’s for dessert—karaoke with your frat brothers?

Burger – You’re a solid man of good taste. You know what you like and you better give me a bite.

Sushi – You’re a keeper. Especially if you do the omakase and If you have the courage to try blowfish, I’d like you to meet my family.

Dessert - Let's save this for the fifth date. By that time we both won't care about an extra five pounds.


Monday, June 02, 2008

How to judge a man by his coffee

How to judge a man by his coffee


* by Maggie Nemser, Shine staff


I’ve heard that a guy’s relationship with his mother is legitimately judge-able, but what about his choice of coffee? I hadn't considered that variable until my phone rang three times last night. It was my friend Julie, who was dying to share an epiphany that will revolutionize dating as we know it: "Hot guys drink Americanos (hot water + espresso),” she proudly announced, sounding like she’d suddenly solved for y after failing math 101.

I wasn't convinced. I mean, can't a confident man have his latte and drink it too? But I know better than to second-guess Julie, who has scary insight on the male psyche. I started to ponder the boys I know and their coffee choices and it all started to come together. Doesn’t it make sense that a soy iced latte drinker would be self-involved, precise when it comes to his likes and dislikes and make a good lover?

Based on Julie’s not-so-scientific research (her observation tower was the Starbucks in Santa Monica on Main Street) and my own experience with caffeinated dudes, here’s a little field guide to boys and beans:

Cafe Americano - 100% stud. Hot, often a bit scruffy. Can change your tire with one hand and eyes closed.

Caramel macchiato - He'll take you to the Hamptons and spend two hours getting ready to go to the beach.

CafĂ© Au Lait - He’s fresh off the boat from Europe. We do lattes here, monsieur.

Coffee of the Week - You'd be hard pressed to get this guy to have an opinion.

Decaf Coffee of the Week - He probably wears a helmet and seatbelt to bed—sexy!

Iced Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte - Sheesh, we ladies have enough to worry about with our own body issues—who needs this?

Decaf Iced Sugar-Free Syrup Flavored Latte - Holy cow—chill out! This dude might need some anti-anxiety medication, if he doesn’t already have a prescription.

Julie had to stop researching after her third frappuccino, so let me know if you can fill in the blanks with your own experience—like what kind of guys choose chai?