It gets me excited, they all have such strong hands and the young ones are so darn friendly. Even the older guy who owns the shop is such a big "Padrone" that I can't help but get excited talking with him!
I have a thing for butchers
amazing pieces of MEAT
r1=old Jewish lady, circa 1952.
always worked for me with Sam
I have a secret fetish for hot cab drivers.
They are all so butch, it scares me!
"The heart wants what it wants", R4? Ain't it more like the crotch wants what the crotch wants?
They're usually covered in blood. You're a freak, OP.
not mine! they are all clean as a whistle!
I'm putting on weight buying muffins just to get an opportunity to flirt with the hot Turkish muffin guy.
Me "Hmmm. not sure what I want"
Him "Yesterday we have a corn. Day before we have a blueberry. Day before that we have a cranberry. How about today we have a date." *wink wink*
It's embarrassing how I throw myself at the butchers.
And they're all CUT!!!!
When I worked at a supermarket the meat department guys were usually the assholes who always took their breaks together and ogled the cashiers passing by as if it were a strange requirement, but the guys in the produce department were the ones who would fuck anything. Strangely enough, guys in the bakery department always seemed to be sullen ex-jailbirds or something. So, OP, maybe you might try ringing the buzzer for help making your "meat purchase"--tell the butcher you can't tell a pork loin from a lamb shank and you desperately need his help, then after he helps you give him a nice pinch on his ass.
doesn't padrone mean mistress in italian
If you love him so much why don't you marry him?
R12, my butcher works in a butcher shop, no grocery stores here.
I used to go to an okay-ish felafel place just for the incredibly beautiful Lebanese guy who worked behind the counter. He wasn't particularly happy in the U.S. and wanted to go back to Lebanon. I don't know where he went to when he left the job, but I stopped eating there.
Josh, you may claim this as your personal experience in your next book.
I always had you pegged as going for Samantha, R3.
It's those pink cabinet lights, Miss Daisy. They maake even rancid fillet look delectable.
At Straub's in the Central West End in St. Louis there was a butcher who had it all - butch, young, friendly, straight (married - the other butchers would talk about it), sexy and muscular.
He'd look you straight in the eyes with his own baby blues sparkling and say, "Can I get you anything else? You sure? We've got some great beef available."
The gays would line up. We gays, I should say.
R19 knows what I am talking about
I went in today for the same cuts as last week and the same cute butcher guy came to me and sort of fake-rolled his eyes and asked, "you just like coming here in general or is it me? " I wanted to get on my knees at that point right then! Then his boss walked up and asked, "is this guy bothering you, mister?" and answered no. But the butcher asked again, "so what's the answer?" and I replied, " we wil have to work on it".
I'm just all aflutter about the hot butcher guy!
There's nothing wrong with flirting with your butcher.
Why would you have to specify "to go"?
Is there a chance he thinks you want to eat it right there on the spot?