While I have no desire to be a housewife I am interested in experimenting with the fifties housewife aesthetic which involves dancing around my room to Blondie, lipstick, and baking waaay too many cookies. On the other hand, is it possible to have too many cookies? Some might describe me as an early version of Miss Haversham without the cats but with lacy emerald fake-silk pyjamas. If you get this reference, you may be as geeky as me. But if you don't, I still like you.
I'm a country bumpkin at heart. I grew up on a farm, with lots of cows and chasing, but not shagging, sheep. This was in England. Following my romantic ideals and trying to get in the pants of a certain French person, I decided to learn French, which may have started my interest in other places and led me, via a few mishaps, here to
study (ahem, English) at grad school. My French has deteriorated over the
past few years, but I am especially interested in picking it up again.
Especially if it's dirty.

A burlesque show would provide amazing pastie-d entertainment and plenty of titillation (get it?), while providing ample laughs and food for talk. The spectacle would probably be accompanied by a few gin and tonics for me, and lots of conversation.

Alternatively, in the absence of a suitable event, or interest, I would go to a not-too-loud, softly-lit, but quirky, not cheesy cafe and get to know each other over an evening of conversation. Food could or could not be included. It's always delicious.

I think the key ingredient to these evenings are definitely conversation, plus fun and laughs.