There are several tell-tale signs of getting older. You spot a grey hair, you need new eyeglasses, things on your body start to sag, and you start noticing that every place you go to is playing their music just a little too loud for your taste. These things haven't really started to happen to me yet, but one thing has. Something that is my sign that life is starting to take a different turn on me. When I was a young girl, I was really into the "bad boys." I liked the trouble-maker members of the boy bands, the actors that slept around and swore a lot, and even the boys in school who always got in trouble. In my teens and early twenties it was the clean cut boys--brad pitt look-a-likes, lead singers of bands, baseball players. Now, my heart goes pitter patter for... yes, brace yourselves... the sexy men of The Food Network.
Jamie, Bobby, Tyler, oh my! I find myself tuning in to watch these handsome men cook up a wonderful meal in 30 minutes flat, chop up onions with excellent precision, and know the difference between cilantro and basil. My mouth ends up watering not only for the dish being prepared, but for the tasty dish whose hands prepared it. What happened to the days of sexy actors and motorcycle riding bad boys? Am I now so far gone that it's these babes of bbque that turn me on? I'm wondering if this fasination and innocent (ha, right) crushes on these men will hinder my future relationships forever. Will I wake up one day, look at my significant other while he's scrambling me some eggs and think, he doesn't do it for me like Jamie Oliver does.... ?????
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