Dating and barbecuing both have roots in the Stone Age
by Ken Carpenter
The two stories for today display my fondness for cavemen. They seem to ingratiate themselves into many of my writings and I do little to discourage them.
The first story is from 2001, during my bachelor days, and it paints a warped picture of the travails a person has to go through to attract the opposite sex. Call it baiting, not dating, and you have won half of the battle. I’m glad I don’t have to do it anymore.
The other tale is about barbecuing, written in 2003, but little has changed since then. Grunting, flames and the shaking of grilling implements have changed little since man first discovered fire. Reading it made me crave burnt, bloody meat.