shes got game

Every culture seems to have their own way of helping their young ladies find, attract, and keep their desired male.  Last Saturday, I attended a quinceanera for one of the girls that I mentor, and learned a little about their way of doing things.  On their 15th birthdays, girls are presented to the community of men as "of age", and pranced around in a huge dress surrounded by a harem of suitable bachelors.  Let the games begin!Well, needless to say, I'm not Hispanic;) and I feel that my, for all intensive purposes, white suburban culture has taught me to be a little less obvious.  We've been told that "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach".  For whatever reason, I have always resisted this idea.  If we went to college together, and you were a girl baking for a boy, I was most definitely talking bad about you behind your back.  I have always believed that I would never bake to get a guy's attention, and that he would love me for my mind and personality.  Well, last week I found myself baking up a frenzy, and sinking for the first time to these 1950's tactics.  I searched high and low for award winning recipes, and even did a practice run in order to impress a guy (well his family really).  I figured I may as well wave my progressive white flag and follow in the steps of my female predecessors.  As I left the house that evening, feeling like my pies where the stuff 50 year anniversaries were made of,  I was sure that I was finally going about this the right way.

Would you believe that no one from his family ever even tasted my baked goods?  Nope, not one freaking bite.  What did I walk away with?  Oh, a job offer, which one can only assume I earned with my mind.  

How do you like them apples?