"often, the state of the kitchen is the state of the mind, confused and unsure men, pliable men are the thinkers. their kitchens are like their minds, cluttered with garbage, dirty ware, impurity, but they are aware of their mind-state and find some humor in it. at times, with a violent burst of fire they defy the eternal deities and at times they will get half drunk and clean up their kitchens, but soon again all falls into disorder and they are in the darkness again, in need of BABO, pills, prayer, sex, luck and salvation. the man with the ever-orderly kitchen is the freak, however. beware of him. his kitchen-state is his mind-state: all in order, settled, he has let life condition him quickly to a basened and hardened complex of defensive and soothing thought-order. if you listen to him for ten minutes you will know that anything he says in a lifetime will be essentially meaningless and always dull. he is a cement man. there are more cement men than other kinds of men. so if you are looking for a living man, first check his kitchen and save yourself time.
now, the female with the dirty kitchen is another matter - from the male viewpoint. if she is not employed elsewhere and is childless, the cleanliness or dirtyness of her kitchen is almost always (exceptions be granted) in direct ratio to how much she cares for you. some women have theories on how to save the world but can't wash out a coffee cup. if you mention this to them, they will tell you: "washing out coffee cups is not important." unfortunately, it is. especially to a man who has put in 8 hours straight plus 2 overtime on a turret lathe. you begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics."
on a side note, dolores o'riordian is growing old with me, with us. she lingered and so did we, she said don't argue but then we did, and now she wants to grow old, or so she says:
Funny how things just tasted better, When we were young
Funny how things just seemed so easy, When we were young
It's been a long day
I wanna get out
I wanna go home
Is anything better
Than you on the phone...
"Funny how things just tasted better, When we were young
Funny how things just seemed so easy, When we were young "
It's amazing how everything gets harder and harder as we grow older, and life doesn't stop being ugly even for a second.
now there are four cases: when a man/woman expects a guest and when he/she doesn't and has dirty/clean kitchen...the expected case situation could be just fake and inconclusive...I think the man with clean kitchen and no expected guest is dull if not dumb...