Hmm, my Mom use to say that you just don't know where you might find the man of your life- could be in a supermarket or on a train. Anyway, the only time I met a drop dead gorgeous Italian at the supermarket he asked me "Do you know where is the cheese that is for the tiramisu?"I was speechless, didn't even know that he was looking for mascarpone (now I'm older, more sophisticated and cheese wise), let alone where to find it. So there, I blew my only supermarket boyfriend chance!
Wicked- try doing your washing in a laund-o-mat from now on. Men who do their washing there are most certainly no longer living with Mama, and also most likely haven't got a girlfriend. Only downside is all that dirty laundry...