Twice as good...

Tomorrow at 7pm I’ll be picking up my girlfriend at the train station.

Yep, you read it right.

Second weekend in a row with my love.

SECOND W.E
IN A ROW
TOGETHER

Am I happy? I’m super duper ecstatic here’s how happy I am!!!!!!!!

Plus, no hotels. (and no luggage madness...)

She’ll stay at my place. (insert happy dance...)

Which means I can unfold in all its awesomeness my Stepford wife/perfect housewife mode…

Because as many other Italians like me (not that many at my age to be honest..) there are 2 rooms where I’m completely and totally comfortable in… one is the bedroom and the other is the kitchen :P (that's also why in my head "Top Chef" and "the Naked Chef" were totally two different kind of shows...) So here I’m planning the “Gentleman's House Special Treatment” for her.

And believe me… one taste of my lasagna and she will be on her knees proposing me to move to Vermont :P

(and I’m talking about "real lasagna" not metaphorically, get you minds out the gutter already!! )

You are probably thinking that I’m a little over my head praising my qualities but believe me I’ve been raised by two generation of women who where taught by other before them that culinary prowess is the key to marital bliss and that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.. I’ve bathed in that philosophy for years… ok maybe I left out the “men” part, but what it counts is that me cooking is the ultimate deal-sealer ;))

The truth is that I love to cook for my family, for my friends or even just for the sake of it… I love to follow receipts or just take what’s in the fridge and make something up in the spur of the moment.

But since I envisioned the possibility to have my GF at my place for the weekend I couldn’t stop being giddy with the prospect of having the chance to cook for her, which is awfully femme of me…

the phrase

“Honey, what you want for dinner?”

is looping in my mind for days now. I crave for this moments of domesticity with her, I never had it before (even if I did live with 2 my past gf, but it was another me altogether)

and now I want it badly.

What can I say I’m a regular tomboy-sporty dyke, part-time lipstick with a flair for baked goodies and stir pans.

I’m a domestic goodness… only that I wear tank tops and shorts, under an apron stating “Me Loves Kitty” .