If there's a stud muffin of an appliance, the oven's got to be it.
I mean, he can heat things up with a touch of a button and a turn of a dial, and there's nothing a girl likes better than a guy who can melt cheese like nobody's business.
Be still my heart.
My oven is a double decker, a harvest gold dude that was hip way back in the 1970's. He's a bit weathered now, due to years of turning Thanksgiving turkeys into perfectly toasted birds and serving up hundreds of birthday cakes.
The Oven Man is a hard one to figure, though. Although he is outwardly smooth, deep inside his cavernous heart is a crusty layer that has seen it all. The exploding souffles, the dripping pizza cheese, the boiling cherry pie filling. The meat loaves, the baked chicken, the lasagnes...they've all left their mark on him. I'd say he's been scarred by the casseroles of the past, but he won't really say.
Because he's such a hot guy, it's no surprise that all the women fall for him. Even with his nerdy gold suit, he's still got it goin on! He doesn't mind women peering into his soul through the tinted windows, but he's a little shy about opening up for toothpicks and finger thumps. He protests with a groaning hinge, but in the end, he lets you in.
Today's Small Thing is to pay attention to the hottie in YOUR kitchen. Your tough guy might be a modern "self-cleaning" type, but most of these sizzlers leave the cleaning to the women in their lives. If your Oven Man needs deep therapy, go ahead and take all weekend to earn your points, as intervention may take longer than you can spare today.
Just be careful with his ego, and don't mention your other lover, Mike Rowave. Knowing you can get all the heat in a fraction of the time would destroy him.
POINTS: 100 for a real deal oven cleaning, 50 if you just flirt with his outsides.
