So… my wife got hit by a Ronzoni pasta truck and has passed away. I know what you're thinking: “That's horrible!” And yes, it is. But the real tragedy? Ronzoni was my favorite pasta brand. Now, every time I see a box of rigatoni, I’m filled with a mix of rage, sadness, and... hunger.
I’m a 44m with humor that’s way too good to be dealing with pasta-related trauma, and a body that screams “I lift weights but also have a deep, loving relationship with carbs.”
I’m looking for a fearless female to:
Help me overcome my fear of pasta with therapeutic Hands-On cooking sessions. More hands-on then cooking.
Helping me get over my fear of pasta by having a hot, steamy night—with or without actual noodles involved. You bring the spice, I’ll bring the sauce.
Provide emotional "support" as we work off all those extra calories in.... Creative ways.
Serious inquiries only (as serious as one can be after an incident like this).
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