Some girls send their boyfriends texts detailing all the dirty things they want to do to them. “Lick this,” “I know how you like it,” etc.
I just send my boyfriend texts detailing all the dirty things I’m doing in the kitchen, and how I’d actually let him lick the beaters for once, because the batter is that good and I know how he likes it.
Some girls text their boyfriends close-up pics of their naughty bits.
I just text my boyfriend close-up pics of the cupcakes I’m baking for him.
And some girls most definitely get pretty loud when their boyfriends start doing all sorts of dirty things to them.
I just get so overly excited from the fact that I didn’t burn the cupcakes after the s’more brownie charring disaster that I actually start screaming like a tween meeting Justin Bieber.
What can I say? I’m not like the other girls.
As I said on Tuesday, I was in serious need of some cupcakes and, after reading all the fab suggestions, the wheels started turning and I started doing research.
The winner? Oh ya know…white chocolate cupcakes. No big deal.
When I texted Eric those pictures last night, I immediately got a phone call.
“Is this a booty call for cupcakes?” I said when I answered.
He said no, but he was over in twenty minutes, totally loitering around the cooling cupcakes and then, finally, an hour later, casually asking me when I was planning to frost them.
I told him that I’d be frosting them today, as they are for our date tonight, and I want the somewhat-complicated buttercream frosting to be super fresh.
Sexting is totally overrated; I highly recommend sending pictures of real treats.
So this afternoon, I have to get out my new candy thermometer to make the perfect frosting and then frost these babies all fancy and I’m rather nervous — I want them to look amazing!
Wish me luck! After all, I don’t want to be a cake tease.