I love sushi, salads, wheat grass shots, and vitamin infused water, but the first question I ask any girl before I go out with her is “Do you eat Steak?”

As simple as the question would seem, I’ve found that instead of getting a straightforward answer of “yes” or “no” I often receive a convoluted response that I’m left trying to decipher.

One girl diffused the question by assuring me that “her parents eat steak.” Which is great, but I wasn’t asking about her parents.

I don’t want to know if a girl used to eat meat or if she thinks that turkey bacon and tofu patties are an adequate substitute for a sizzling New York strip because it’s not.

And don’t get me wrong; I’m not a die-hard steak lover. But I’ve come to the realization that girls who chow down on nice juicy t-bones are likely to be ten times cooler and down to earth then girls who don’t.

That’s not to say that I won’t go out with a vegetarian because I will. I just won’t go out with a girl who avoids the question because chances are she’s mentally imbalanced and sleeps in a “Meat is Murder” t-shirt.

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