THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

Cooking and eating are two big passions of mine. I joke, but really it is true, that it is cheaper to take me shopping than it is to take me out to dinner.  I am the "appetizer, main course and dessert" kind of girl. Two desserts if I can get away with it. So in a perfect world, I would date a chef, but since there is no dating app to find the perfect chef boyfriend, a guy who can cook is good enough for me. Matter of fact, a guy just trying to cook is enough to make me half fall in love and start imagining the names of our future kids. So when this guy suggested he made dinner at his place for me, I just couldn't refuse. Of course, I had an escape plan in case he was a serial killer, but I had to give it a try. What if he was the one?  But within 5 minutes of arriving, I knew there would be no happily forever for us.  First off the table wasn't set. No placemat, no silverware, and no napkins. Really? So after munching on the opened bag of ...

I met this guy a few weeks ago at a bar. And no this is not the moment I say our eyes locked and I fell in love ... We bumped into each other, and in the middle of me apologizing for half his drink being on his shirt and shoes, he introduced himself. Note to self: next time I see a cute guy, make sure to pour my drink on him --> great conversation starter.  But back to my story. The guy is cute - yes I am vain, and single - so I talked to him for a few minutes and we go through the usual what do you do, where are you from shenanigans etc etc ... and somehow we get talking about skydiving and other "dangerous" activities. He was so enthusiastic that he interrupted me to tell me how cool skydiving was and that he was dying to do it. So being ever so thoughtful, I offered a quick solution to help him realize his dream. Let's go jump!  But this is how the conversation went down: "- We should go   - Really?    - Yes, why not? They are several sp...