Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


Stupid, stupid Blogger.

It's being picky this morning...

Guys, you may want to go ahead and skip this posting, for herein, I am about to get semisquishy, and reveal particulars about the "Special Sauce Guy Grading Guide".

Really. This is your last chance...

OK. Everyone else? He made dinner last night. And I'm not talking "He threw hunks of meat on the grill and poked at it. No. He cooked. He utilized multiple preparation methods (only one of which was the grill), wouldn't let me (in the nice way, not the diva french chef way) help, and he did the dishes by himself. (Again, I offered, but he declined.) Do you know how awesome that is? And? He knows the proper use/care/seasoning of cast iron.

We had blackened catfish, grilled asparagus, and a nifty little pilaf.

And it? Was excellent.

And while we're at it? The statement "I'm trying to be well-behaved, because as much as I'd like to get laid, I am not just trying to get laid." was uttered. More points.

And? Total touch-monkey. But none of this? In the skeezy way. Some guys do that and it's unbelievably creepy. I was talking to Magicdude on the way home last night and shared some of the more salient points, and he's echoed what G. Monkey said... "From everything you've told me, I really like this guy. What's wrong with him?" I mean... he likes football, hasn't attempted to tear my clothes off with his teeth (though the thought has crossed both our minds), does not show signs of being an x-box/playstation junkie, cleans, can dress himself, smells wonderful, is polite, has a decent relationship with his mother, doesn't dis' his exes, lives in the same county/state as I do, and cooks. The hell?

Anyway. Just wanted to let that out somewhere, eh?

Not like I'm hitchin' my life to anyone/anything right now- but this whole "being happy" thing? Kinda nice.


Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Good song for your current mood: Chuck E's In Love. Download it (if you don't already have it) and enjoy.

Congrats on the boy; he sounds great.

3:00 PM  
Blogger Steph said...

oh saucy, i am SO very excited for you!!! AND he smells good?!?!!? dahaaaaaam. he's a keeper!

are you thinking a spring or fall wedding in Vegas? let me know so i can book the Flying Elvis..........

4:45 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Thanks MWN! Hee! Good song! And he does sound great, which is kinda scary. I'm waiting for the ass-habits to start. But in the meantime? Wooo!

Stephee- Dolce & Gabbana (or however the fuck you spell that shit)- and it is yummy. Not sure when we'll need the flying elvi, but if we do? You're so the first to know. :D

5:08 PM  
Blogger AJ Gentile said...

Um... and THEN what happened. ;-)

5:46 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Heh. AJ- then? He had to get up to be at work by 7 AM, and I had to be there around 8, so we both went to bed. Alone. In our respective abodes.

Or maybe we had mindblowing rampaging weasel sex until neither one of us could walk...

But I'm betting it was probably the former.

6:15 PM  

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