Is it really true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?  I certainly hope not because cooking is not my forte or even my mezzo-piano.  I was never a great cook; still my culinary prowess was good enough to hook my first husband.  But, I've been on the dating scene for awhile and it seems that cooking keeps coming up on the list of what men--well, over 50 men-- say is important. My sense of humor, sharp mind, low-cut dresses and sweet down-home-gal personality get me through a few dates but inevitably there is that push for a home-cooked meal.  Am I the only woman who consistently burns the rice or the bread?  I truly cannot remember a meal where I didn't burn something.  How can I be expected to be charming and sexy and cook a meal at the same time? 

I think it is likely not a coincidence that after the home-cooked meal, these relationships seem to go south.  I try to reason with myself that just maybe I haven't found the right man--you know, the one that will make me not want to overcook the steak.  But its hard to believe that all of these guys who seem as if they could be "the one," are all mismatches.  Well, I suppose there is a silver lining to every situation.  I imagine if I was really great in the kitchen, and the relationships still fizzled, then I would really be stewed.