The Truth About a Man’s Love Language

Hello folks, let’s chat! My middle sister got married! Nana brought her fiancé home for Christmas and he survived the experience of our extended family. That’s saying something. I think they’re both getting a good deal— and I know for sure that Gene is getting a good cook. We’ve always thought Nana’s cooking can make you want to slap your mama but apparently that’s not the only questionable behavior it can have on a man, which brings me to today’s story.

The way I understand it, Gene had previously dated a young woman who had more than a little trouble finding her way around the stove. Seems the poor woman served Gene a pot roast once that almost turned this southern boy vegan. Enter my sister. As Gene told us, he was already smitten with Rhonda Arlene by the time she invited him to eat pot roast at her house after church. Ruh, roh, Gene thought. I really do like this woman. What am I going to do if she can’t cook? Visions of another poisonous pot roast tormented him as the Sunday dinner neared.

Mind you, my sissy knew nothing of Gene’s building anxiety. As she set down to the table with her new beau, she had no idea that he considered this to be the day of reckoning. She didn’t notice how tentative Gene’s first forkful was, nor did she think it was that unusual when he asked for seconds and thirds, but it was impossible to miss his final assessment.

Try to imagine my sissy’s shock when her sweetie picked up his plate and licked off the gravy.

A very embarrassed Gene says he doesn’t remember losing all sense of control but he’ll never forget meeting Rhonda’s incredulous look over the top of her Fiesta ware.

As I told Rhonda, that kind of compliment would make Paula Deen pea green with jealousy. If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, licking the plate has got to be his love language.

Hugs,
Shellie