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The Truth About Hooters

Dear Whitney and Liria,

My guy and his friends love to watch the game at Hooters. I'm uncomfortable joining them there and would like to have them watch the game at our apartment. Is there anything short of a wet t-shirt that would encourage them to watch the game at home?

Sitting on the Bench

Whitney Says:

Dear Sitting,

Yes! While men find ogling big bazooms enormously entertaining, they are also attracted to them because they were their first source of food. I have found that when men have a choice between boob gazing and filling their own tummies, nine times out of ten, they will pick food. Therefore, I suggest making my I REALLY LOVE YOUR PEACHES PIE and serving it to them ala mode. Now, if you want to keep them at your place and away from Hooters, I would garnish this recipe with a form fitting, scooped neck top... and if it's just a wee bit cold in your house? All the better!

Go team!!!

Liria Says:

Dear Sitting,

I'm gonna burst your bubble but darlin' it's for your own good! If you'd ever been to Hooter's you'd understand why it's such a beloved destination. I know women think it's the breasts but honey it's the wings! The chicken wings! They are solidly out of this world!

Smart marketing has you worried for nothing. The most liberating thing you could do for yourself is to throw on your favorite jeans and go along with the guys next time. I've never known a woman to regret a trip to Hooters.

But do your relationship a favor and make I REALLY LOVE YOUR PEACHES PIE to remind him why he loves coming home to YOU after the game. A little culinary innuendo never hurt!!

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The wings at Hoosters? Honey, it’s the buckets of oysters at Hooters that will force him to make a run for you long before the 4th quarter ends.

I’d say compromise. I can’t go to a Hooters. The girls have the IQ of a box of Q-tips and the raging testoterone makes me want to retch. Drop him off for the game, take yourself to the spa for a massage and facial, pick him and the bucket of oysters up for a late night snack and some energized “overtime” at home. The effect of those oysters is amazing. He’ll go offsides with you over the boys next time.

Satisfied in Chicago

Remind me why I’d want to have my husband and the boys over to watch the game

Go to Hooters!! I’ve been to several in TX, Vegas and even in uptight New England and have always had fun. Besides it is always filled with guys

Don’t be afraid to go to Hooters - the beer is cold and the wings are great.

Anna, please you act like Hooters is strip joint - it’s a restaurant with waitress in tight T-shirts not unlike any other sports bar. Go with your boyfriend, watch the game, have some fun and lighten up!

You know, you could probably get Hooters Wings to go

Beleive me you do not want to cook and schlep for a bunch of guys in your house. Sometimes guys just need time with the guys like you need time with the girls. Most of the waitresses at Hooters are either paying their college tuition or trying to feed their kids. Next time there’s a game send him off with a steamy kiss, and plan a girl’s night out. You’ll both be happier.

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