I’m a man and I get a rush off going into a grocery store after work, around dinner time to buy a bunch of stuff that looks like it’s going to make an awesome meal, good Italian sausage, a can of plum tomatoes, a jar of sweet basil marinara, some pizza mozzarella, garlic bread and a box of spaghetti, and putting it through a cute cashier who I know is thinking “I want to eat at your place…” She is, I can tell from her smile. I have good taste, and I’m a good cook too.