Single girls never ask me for relationship advice. I don’t know if that’s because they’ve seen pictures of my poofy ’80s wedding or what.
But if they did, I would tell them to marry the guy who always offers to call to order the pizza. More than a good provider, a generous, selfless family man, or even the hottest dad at the neighborhood block party, if a guy routinely says, “I’ll order. What do you want?” you put a ring on that, fast.
Because the guy who always orders the pizza is the guy who will call the babysitter, cancel the paper before vacation, call tree trimmers for estimates, and other things that we look around for others to do.
I would rather clean Port-a-Johns at Beer-n-Brats Fest than pick up the phone and dial the number for a pizza. I’ve proven that I’d rather make a three-course meal from scratch, using dishes that will have me hand-washing delicate cookware at the sink for hours after everyone’s finished eating, rather than make one phone call to Dominos and use paper plates. [Read more…] about Check Out the Guy Calling Dominos