  MY EVENING ALONE WITH CHOCOLATE-COVERED STRAWBERRIES Last night, I finished up working from home about eight o'clock. In an unusual chain of events, I'm sure the sun and the planets were aligned just right, I actually turned on the teleivsion and watched... The Golden Girls. It was two episodes back-to-back. I caught the tail end of Blanche deciding to have cosmetic surgery and Dorothy inviting a man to the house for dinner only to find out he was a priest. Yeah, it's formulatic television, but every once in a while they say one jokes that makes blow milk out your nostril holes that makes it all worthwhile. Afterwards, I read a magazine and then moseyd into the kitchen for something sweet. I had already had a piece of fruit today, but noticed that the strawberries were about to leave this mortal coil. I decided to use some spare baking chocolate to make chocolate-covered strawberries. I threw a square in a bowl and microwaved it while I washed and dried the strawberries. I put some wax paper on the counter. I removed the bowl from the microwave and then stirred the chocolate. I picked up a big ol' strawberry and plunged it into the chocolate, slowly spinning it around to generously coat the berry surface completely. Then I placed it on the wax paper to set. I repeated this process with several other strawberries of various sizes and body types.
Then I ate them. Oh, they were good. They are one of life's simple pleasures. I can say that I honestly lost myself in the moment as I focused on the combination of the chocolate and strawberry coming together to tease my taste buds. At one point, I actually caught my reflection in the glass of the kitchen cabinets, running my fingers seductively through my hair with my eyes half-closed.
I stopped. This seemed unnatural and then I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself some more. Then I washed the dishes and returned to my magazine. A friend called a few minutes later and I told him about the strawberries. I told him just how powerful the experience had been. "Did you smear chocolate on your nipples? " He asked. " No," I replied. "I just ate them... and enjoyed them. " "Sometimes I like to rub hot chocolate all over my nipples and then-" "I have to go," I interrupted. "The cat's playing with the stove again. " 
