Love at first bite.
Unless you count my silly habit of assiduously searching for the hidden come-hithers that Maureen Dowd writes in her columns only for me, I don't normally rely on the New York Times for dating advice.
But here's something I can sink my teeth into: Dinner dates with women who love steak.
According to the newspaper of record, salad is out, gusto is in. Ordering medium-rare steak is a declarative statement for today's dating and dining gal.
I am woman, hear me chew.
Even vegetarians succumb to the pleasures of beef in pursuit of eligible beefcake.
"Restaurateurs and veterans of the dating scene say that for many women, meat is no longer murder," the Times notes.
And, remember, girls: Another way to a man's heart is talking like a geek.
Dropping into conversation the fact that steaks of Kobe beef come from Wagyu cattle, but that not all steaks sold as Wagyu are Kobe beef, demonstrates one's worldliness, the Times' story notes.
"Everyone wants to be the girl who drinks the beer and eats the steak and looks like Kate Hudson," said one meat-eating man-seeker.
Who's got the best steak in town?
So far, I've eaten filets, strips, rib-eyes, T-bones and porterhouses at The Keg, Outback, El Gaucho, Sizzler, GoodFellas, Black Angus and the General Saloon and Steakhouse in Roy. Some were excellent. Some were bad.
I'm digesting the results -- based on value, quality, presentation and an X-factor or two. I'll share the full South Sound steak story later this month.
But now it's your turn. Write a personal ad in the comments section: M/W Seeks Steak ...