There does seem to be quite the conundrum then. Certainly when in my youth, at the height of the sexual revolution and those summers of love; I failed miserably. Once I learned how to cook, then the tides turned and my amorous encounters increased. Well, of course I also attribute much of that to just hormonal attraction. But as I got older, and divested myself of the constraints of one wonderful marriage and one suffocating and miserable one; things got better for me. Even considering an overall weight gain of a hundred pounds, loss of a lot of hair, and just general increase in age, my overall ability to please gained respectable numbers. And to that, I attribute cuisine.
So discounting the activities of very youthful endeavors, my first real relationship with the fairer sex began with me providing proper foods for her. She was interested to begin with, but feeding her wild rice and mushroom stuffed Cornish game hens with asparagus and chocolate lava cake only afforded me the opportunity to move in with her. Sadly, I was a drunk at the time and the roommate situation lasted a total of 2 days. But on the bright side, I did not take a sip of alcohol for nearly twenty years after that day. She must have had a profound effect on me. However my enjoyment of food, and of the fairer sex only became greater as time moved forward. My first wife helped by eating most everything I attempted to cook. And of course, down the road she agreed I should go to culinary school to improve those abilities. Whether is was for self preservation or genuine desire for my improvement I will never know. But I went, I cooked, I got better, and I enjoyed it immensely. After 7 years with my second wife, who dutifully informed me that the only things she would consume were to be pork carnitas, beans and tortillas and boxed rice; I once again was free to enjoy the favors of fair maidens, and to pursue my culinary dreams.
This somewhat blurry picture is of a large scallop shell filled with bay scallops seared and then tossed with a chipotle and ponzu sauce with sliced scallions and a couple dry cured olives. Sounds weird, but mighty tasty and, well, you know. This young maiden actually moved in with me for a while. Unfortunately I was not in the best of health and our dalliance was short lived, as was my desire to continue to impress her with a unique and varied cuisine. (She was needy needy needy needy) And at that time, so was I. ER visits, hospital stays, and crap sort of kept me from catering (literally) to her every need. Plus, the old adage about how sometimes and with some women (and or things) having is not nearly as pleasurable as wanting. So true in this case. Hmmm, I think that Spock said that about his intended bride to the man she chose as a mate instead of Spock. Strange, that makes two, no, actually three women of which I could say that.
Anyway, back to the premise of this entirely selfishly written piece of fluff that I began writing in the middle of the night because I'm sick, coughing and can't sleep; does great food help entice women into the bedroom. Or onto a desk in the backroom of your store. I personally will testify that yes it will. However, and this is a big one, you have to have some cooth and a bit of class along with a little conversational ability to get that person to the point where you can impress them with your abilities. You do have to get them there first. Well, unless you're rich. Or George Clooney.