In my perfect world, men would come to me, bringing drinks. Not so much food. Just drinks. A latte to start the day. A mid-morning tea. At noon, a cup of coffee to eat with my sandwich. In the afternoon, a Pepsi on ice would be nice. A cocktail when I walk in the door at the end of the work day. A glass of wine with my evening meal. And at bedtime, a milkshake. Yes, I said a milkshake.
Hey wait pal, that drink's for me!