I heard a story one time, from an ex-lover of mine -- in college, she was invited over to a date's house for dinner. The date surprised her when he asked her what she wanted for dinner, because he was going to cook her a meal. Imagining something gourmet, she said she liked chicken. When she got to his house, she saw he lived in a dump of an apartment. It also looked like he had just woken up, though it was 5 o'clock in the afternoon. When she asked him how the dinner was going, he pointed to the oven. She opened the oven door, and saw a small whole roasting chicken, raw, sitting on a plate. The oven was not on. As I understand it, that was the extent of that relationship. CM Evans Cartoons
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