I think I have finally met the man of my dreams. He is tall, good looking and has a great job. Not to mention, he loves to wear great smelling aftershave. I love a man who wears aftershave, it smells so clean and fresh. A good smelling man brings a smile to my face every time.

My boyfriend's name is Bob. He is thirty three years old, while I just turned thirty years old. I don't mind the fact that he is three years older than me. I have always liked older men. Usually older than Bob, but I think Bob is the man for me.

I cooked all day long. All fucking day long. You see, Bob's parents were coming over to my place for supper. Bob wanted me to meet his mom and dad. I said that I would love to meet them and suggested that they come over to my house for supper. I don't know if that was such a good idea. I had to spend all day long cooking. I made every damn thing from scratch. Even the pasta that we ate!

Bob's family is Italian, so I made Italian food. These are the type of Italians who don't eat any other kind of food. I don't know if they are foreigners or not, but I know they love their Italian food. Bob does too, but he likes other stuff too. Bob says that nothing I cook tastes bad. I don't know if he is being nice or what. I do cook a lot of different stuff for him. He seems to like the stuff that I cook for him.

This is what actually took place.

Bob and his parents come over. Supper was just about finished, so I wasn't too worried. I am the type of woman who worries about how people will accept her. I know that some parents can be picky. The last thing I need to do is piss off his parents.

"Sure smells good in here." Bob's dad said.

"Thanks, the food will be done any minute now." I said.

I went into the kitchen and I brought out the meal. I won't bore you with all of the details. We had pasta, grilled fish, and some side dishes. I don't cook Italian food too often, but I got these recipes online. I never knew there are so many Italian cooking sites on the Internet.

"This sauce is good." Bob's mom said as she ate her pasta.

"Thank you." I replied politely.

"Why don't you cook like this for me?" Bob's dad asked.

"I knew you would say that." She said to Bob.

Everyone finished their pasta and I brought out the grilled fish. I grilled two whole fish, but I took off the heads. I can't stand looking at a fish head while I am eating. I don't know how people can eat when their food is looking at them!

"Damn, this fish is better than the pasta!" Bob's dad said as he ate the fish.

"Bob, I demand that you marry this woman right away!" Bob's dad said with a mouthful of fish.

I can tell that Bob must get his character from his mom. Don't get me wrong, Bob's dad seems like a nice guy, but he speaks up more than Bob does.

"It's a good thing that I am married, or I would ask you to marry me." Bob's dad said to me.

"Oh, that is so nice of you to say." I said while laughing.

I didn't know what the fuck to say. What was I suppose to say.

"Trust me Dan, she wouldn't want anything to do with you." Bob's mom said laughing.

"Why do you say that?" Bob's dad said while eating.

"Most women don't want to wait a half hour to an hour for Viagra to kick in. When they want sex, they want sex. Not some limp noodle that functions when you are out of the mood." Bob's mom said laughing.

"Come on Ethel, let's not talk about that stuff while we're eating!" Bob's dad said as his face got red.

"Do you guys like cherry pie?" I asked as we finished our meal.

"Do I like cherry pie? It's been so long since I had any pie, I wouldn't know." Bob's dad said while laughing.

"Honey, this is what you have to look forward to when you get old. Your man will be horny, but his penis will stop working. Look at Dan for example, he is all talk and no bite." Bob's mom said as she handed me her plate.

"Why are you talking about that stuff now?" Bob's dad said embarrassed.

"It seems that every five minutes you either talk about how I don't cook for you or I don't put out.

Look at that gut on you. You aren't missing any meals. Now if they could figure out a way to put Viagra in Twinkies, maybe you would be able to get it up." Bob's mom said.

I ran into the kitchen with the plates and I busted out laughing. I couldn't laugh about this in front of Bob's dad.

He has such a funny family. I'd love to be his wife, just so I could get some laughs. It's just like something from television. He is the horny old guy and she is the wise cracking old lady.

After we ate the pie, we drank coffee. I always like to offer my guests a cup of coffee after the meal. Some people drink it, some people don't. I like a cup of coffee after a meal. Especially if there is a sweet desert. We drank the coffee and talked for awhile. Bob's dad told me that he was a retired truck driver. He said that he drove semi trucks for almost 30 years. I think I would get sick and tired of driving after doing it for that many years.

He said that he loved every day of it. I guess it's good that he was able to find a job that he liked. By the way he and his wife bitched at each other, maybe he drove truck to get away from her. That would certainly make sense to me.

I'm not saying she was bitchy. I thought she was kind of cute. I loved how she always had a come back to what he said. I knew what she was saying was true, that made it even more funny.

After Bob's parents left, poured us each a glass of wine and we sat down on the couch. I got some new French wine from the wine shop. I asked the guy who worked there what was the best wine for a special night. He then started to ask me all of these questions. Was I going to eat anything while I drank the wine, was I looking for something that was aged. How the fuck should I know? I usually get Californian wine when I'm at the store. I just wanted something special that tasted good. Something that would make the evening seem even more special for us.

I sat down next to Bob and handed him a glass of wine.

"What kind of wine is this?" Bob asked after he took a sip.

"Some French stuff. I asked the guy at the wine store to suggest a good wine for tonight." I told Bob.

"The guy sure knew what he was talking about. This is really good wine." Bob said right before he took another sip.

I took a sip and I agreed with him. Even though the guy was a pain in the ass, he did suggest a good bottle of wine. Sometimes when I find a good wine, I save the label off of the bottle. That way I can remember the name so I can get it again. This was certainly one of those wines that I would want to buy again.