Ladies call me Mac for short, I got a bottom row grill made a gold fillin's and I used to work at Romano's Macaroni Grill and so you know, MC Mac Grill came into existence. But seriously though I'm an aspiring rapper and I have a studio in my mom's basement. Got a few hits like "Baby, Come On Down To My Mom's Basement so I can Proof I'm a Star" and "Baby, Come Upstairs I Show You My Boom Boom Room" and "Baby, Why You Leavin So Fast, I Haven't Shown You Nothin' Yet" and also "Message Me TTYL." Whoever I so choose to take on this special date, I will wet your pallet with a wilted spinach and garlic salad complete with feta cheese crumbles and a savory balsamic wash. For only an additional $14.99 I have a creamy lobster ravioli on a bed of arugula laying under a garlic aioli truffle quilt. And to top it all off a perfect blend of decadent chocolate cake layered with a spongy vanilla bean coastal explosion of the senses. Now if that doesn't ripple your pleasure centers I don't know what will! The lady of my dreams is tall, stacked and has a savory explosion of island flair and vanilla twist, a succulent blend of personality and grace finished off with the sweet pungeant smell of the makeup counter at Macy's. Call me Mac at 999-999-9999.
A writer living in Portland, OR looking to meet Chuck Palahniuk. Single mom to 2 boys, sales agent and lawyer-in-training.