I'm one of these women. I *can* cook but I don't like to. I, like many women of my generation, watched our mothers cook every night out of obligation and waited for our fathers to get home to enjoy the meal. Burned dinners, late from work, arguments...My mother hated to cook and when she got remarried, she ended up falling in love with a guy who didn't make that much money but does all the cooking and the cleaning because he really likes to.
When I have a boyfriend eventually move in, I don't want to have to clean up after another person and feed another person...if that was the case, I'd have a child. What I want and I'm in agreement with the other people here, is someone that will be a partner.
I hate to cook but I love to bake...I hate dishes and I tend to be a whirlwind through a room but hey, I happen to be successful enough to pay a housekeeper and I don't mind laundry. My last relationship was with a man who loved to pick up after me--he was always doing stuff to lighten my workload, knowing how crazy my days get. Someone to walk the dogs in the morning when I have to run somewhere.
You know...doing the type of stuff that makes you realize that someone cares about it and isn't just trying to get laid. Someone that will be, again, a great life partner. Not someone who expects dinner on the table at 6pm or thinks dinner is about bringing it home from Subway. Eck.
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