An Update From The Author: Saying I'm not an advocate of relationships was probably misleading. To satisfy your curiosity of my personal view on the subject matter, direct yourself to "The End.," the last post written in February 2011. (This also entails the purpose of this literature as a whole.)
A Second Update From Your Author (6 March 2012): This is becoming an aspiration to define the term "love." An aspiration because it is that very thing I find hard to describe with words. But every then and again I come across someone who achieves to do so to some extent. You can find these quotes I call fancy structures of words in "special entries."

Friday, January 21, 2011

Guys That Willingly Clean

I suppose I'll let you in on a secret: once upon a time, I blew up my dorm's kitchen. Okay, that's a stretch. I only added water to hot oil. As if there wasn't enough frying oil all over the walls, counters, and floors, after the incident, the edible objects being fried were beignets so there was flour and confectioner's sugar all over the walls, counters, and floors also.

A little more for the background story: I'm from the New Orleans area and when I went to visit the homeland over my Fall Break, I brought back authentic Cafe Du Monde beignet mix to introduce my friends to the "French doughnut"...and my memorable cooking talents.

Getting to the point, among these friends was a guy I once knew. He was a willing cleaner. I was in the middle of  washing a pan when he offered to finish the dishes. And without having to even ask, he wiped down the entire kitchen. (Twice. After the oil incident, we tried again.)

Amidst all of the unnecessary mess—the oil, the flour, the sugar, my embarrassment, etcetera—here was a guy willing to clean it all up.

While the remainder of the "friends" disappeared right before the resident advisors appeared as they smelled smoke from floors below, he was intent on making me feel as if I had done nothing wrong. And not having to clean the mess of my own stupidity was the sweetest thing a guy could do for me at that point.

No one likes to clean and when someone does it for me, that hits the spot. I need someone that knows what I want without me having to ask, mostly because I'm not the kind of person who asks for much from a guy. I'm a pleaser, so when I'm being pleased I can't help but feel, turned on. 

There's also something about a masculine guy cleaning...that makes this number three.

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