"The French have always known what I've long suspected: there is nothing sexier than watching a woman eat. Men love this.... It's simple: Women who pick at their food hate sex. Women who suck the meat off lobster claws, order (and finish) dessert-- these are the women who are going to rip your clothes off and come back for seconds. I have a friend in the States who never considered herself a very good flirt, but I never worried for her, because she is a fabulous cook and an adventurous eater. I never doubted that when the right guy came along she would devour him like a hot fudge sundae, and I was right."Now, I do agree with this. I think part of it has to do with the fact that women who tend to be more free with eating and not worrying about every little morsel they put in their mouths also tend to worry less about how they look while in the bedroom. And the other part is that those of us who live life passionately, full throttle, be it cooking, art, dancing, etc., well it tends to spread across the board all throughout life. As G always says, he takes my temper because it's also while I'm an insanely loving person and fantastically enthusiastic about everything I love, from theatre to cooking to him.
There is a phenomenal relief in being comfortable in one's skin. To be blunt, I've never cared about if this bit or that bit was a little jiggly... if they're in my bedroom they better damn well appreciate it. The same is applied to my food. If I've worked hard and made it for you and you simply take it for granted... well, you won't be invited back. I value myself and my time. I live life passionately because any other way would seem half assed. I'm pretty sure my husband appreciates this!
Now to ask... would you agree with the excerpt, or perhaps simply my reasoning?