When I lived in Cali, I used to date a Mexican girl that loved to cook. It was good because she saved a lot of money but damn was her cooking unhealthy. She was making sodium, unhealthy fat, and carb heavy Mexican dishes all day. Thought that sprinkling some cilantro on rice or a burrito was vegetables. No wonder her family was all overweight.Take me to the Pilot said:That's interesting. I eat healthy and I once had a gf who'd cook a lot. I'd be very disciplined about my eating, and it would annoy her that I wouldn't try her food.lunchmoney said:3. Does not cook
It was always awkward when I'd come home to relaise that she cooked up something. I'd already have had my dinner planned which meant that either way, food was going to go to waste. The only way to make sure that the like of this didn't continue to happen, wasn't to talk to her (she wouldn't listen), but to make a statement by putting my foot down. She'd say something like "I was only trying to help"! Quite ironic, but that's how she'd frame it... and you'd want to thread carefully not to hurt her feelings. She'd often say "it's a shame that all this food is going to go to waste", and she was right... but I didn't like the fact that she'd have to cook it in the first place given that she knew the way I was. She was obviously used to people appeasing her, and thought that she could manipulate me into eating her food. It was hard to refuse because I knew some snide remark would be about to come. I'd never get away scot-free.
Eventually she got the hint, but it took a long while. Eventually she stopped nagging me for not eating things she'd cook. It was funny to then listen to her complain about others when it came to food. It'd be a case of "I delivered some of that left over lasagne to Jimmy and he never sent a thank you text"!
She once offered me a scone that she had baked and I said "flush it down the toilet, cut out the middle man". I heard a similar line to that in James Bond. She did not take it well!
Some red flags for me are:
-- Bunch of degrees that have no value.
-- Student debt.
-- Requires constant excitement and entertainment.
-- Obsession with brunch and happy hours.