I’ve noticed a pattern - whenever a man goes out of his way to cook for me, especially early on, it rarely feels like a simple act of kindness. There’s often an unspoken expectation - gratitude, praise or something more physical.
Maybe I’m jaded but it’s hard to believe it’s ever just about the meal. AIBU to think that when a man cooks for you, there’s usually an ulterior motive and it’s not just to show off his seasoning skills?