Dear Ruby and Pearl,

                  I am a single female on the prowl.   Every second Friday (payday) I pick out my outfit, with matching accessories of course, use my bump -it to achieve a sophisticated up do,  and head out to our local fine dining establishment for some BBQ spareribs.  Despite my refined exterior, once those delicious little morsels and in front of me, I can’t keep my animalistic nature in check…  No matter how hard I try I can’t keep the juice from staining my fingers, splattering on my dress and from crusting at the corners of my mouth.  

I sure do love those spareribs, but I’m afraid the spareribs may be keeping love from me. Please help. 

                                                                                                            Sincerely,

                                                                                                            Desperately Seeking Sam

Dear Desperately Seeking Sam,

                  Every lonely, and hungry, woman can empathize with your situation.   We are never ones to advocate ordering salads in order to impress the weaker sex, however maybe with a little planning you can keep your primal side in check, at least until the lights are off.   We would suggest branching out a little menu-wise to find something equally satisfying, but a little less hands on.  Salisbury Steak is an excellent alternative and doesn’t even require a knife.  Once you’ve landed your fish, you can revisit the sparerib option…nothing says romance like licking BBQ sauce off of each other’s fingers.

                                                                              Let us know how it works out,

                                                                              Ruby and Pearl