You screw like you eat. I call this the Rule of Nigella Lawson: You can gauge someone’s baseline relationship to pleasure by how they approach a meal. If they turn a night out at a restaurant or cooking at home into a bacchanalian event; if they see a perfectly seared steak approaching the table and start salivating in anticipation; if they relish in sucking on a saucy buffalo wing, even when other people are watching, or audibly moan over a perfectly composed bite, it’s clear they respect desire and therefore will probably be outstanding in bed. (If they don’t like to eat, well, I have my doubts about their abilities.) It’s a biochemical connection as much as a philosophical one. The same part of the brain responsible for food cravings is associated with sexual desire. Voracious eaters fuck better. Put it on an apron.
