Pasta Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

she murmured. “Yeah?” “Why do you have, like... seven tattoos and none of them are food-related? You own a restaurant, Mr. Velluto Rosso. Where’s the little pasta noodle?” I grinned, “You want me to get a tattoo of spaghetti?” “Obviously. A single meatball with, like, storm clouds behind it.” I barked a laugh. “Or a fancy cursive quote. ‘Live. Laugh. Lasagna.’” “Oh my fucking God.”

He pointed at the menu, "I recommend cheesy chicken parmesan pasta.." I took a look at it and nodded my head, "looks appetizing.. Let's pick it.. and wine." He laughed, "you're paying.." I rolled my eyes, "I'll definitely get myself a new boyfriend." Our wine came and he poured for me, "for my lady..." I laughed, "trying to stop me from getting a new boyfriend?" He ached his brow, "babe you're mine.. and stuck with me." I blew him a kiss, "more like you're stuck with me..."

At night, I went out to buy food to eat. I went to an Italian restaurant, I'm craving Italian delicacy. The owner came to me. "Buona Giornata Giovanotto?." (Good day, young man) "Buongiorno carino" (Good morning pretty) I tried flirting with the old lady, winking at her, she slapped my shoulder and with her face turning pink, "What would you like to eat?" The old lady askes. "I want a simple pasta and cheese dish. Hm...n" I tried visualizing what I would want to eat,

“Okay, your turn.” He leaned back, eyes gleaming. “Why pasta?” I blinked. “What?” “At dinner. Out of everything you could’ve chosen. You picked pasta first.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Because it’s safe. Pasta never lets you down. You can dress it up fancy or just eat it plain, and it still works. It doesn’t… disappoint.” The moment the word slipped out, I regretted it. His eyes sharpened slightly, but he didn’t press. Instead, he nodded once. “Fair answer.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I laughed, sliding into the chair across him. “You clean up pretty nice yourself. No hospital gown tonight?” He smirked, sitting down. “Thought I’d upgrade. You like?” “Very much, you look… dangerous.” “Good dangerous, I hope,” he teased, handing me a menu. “Hungry?” “Starving,” I said, scanning the options. “What’s good here?” “Everything,” he said. “But the pasta’s killer. Want to try it?”

"My wonderful pasta or each other?" I thought for a while, placing a finger in my chin. Then I looked at him. "I think pasta— ow! Why did you tickle me like that?!" We burst into laughter. "You're picking pasta over me?" "I'm hungry. I've not had your pasta in a while too. I want to have a taste of it then a taste of you, too." "Well, I'd like to eat you first before anything else." "Fine. Whatever you want. You're in control here."

I scratched behind his ears absentmindedly while she sent three more texts in rapid succession, suggesting places she’d seen, then immediately dismissing them, then suggesting again. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Do you like pasta? Everyone likes pasta, right? Or pizza. Pasta or pizza. Oh my god, ignore me, I’m overthinking this already. I smirked, sending my reply. Ace: Pasta’s fine. I know a place. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Perfect. I’ll bring my notebook. In case you brood over your spaghetti. I shook my head, laughing under my breath.

I told him, still smiling. “How about sugar?” He asked. “Same outcome.” I replied. “Sweetcheeks?” He asked. “Nope!” I turned to my pasta. “Sweetie?” He thought out loud. “Nuh-uh!” I shook my head. “Love?” He suggested. “Not a chance.” I continued eating my food. This pasta is actually really good! “Cupcake?” He asked. “I believe I already said no to that.” I huffed. “Strawberry?” He asked.

I tap his stomach with the wooden spoon and wink at him. He gasps and raises his eyebrows, "are you calling me 'fat'?" "No darling, I would never." I bite my lip, trying to hide the small smile from appearing and grab the pasta. Ready to set the table for dinner. "Bells..." He whispers as he laughs deeply at me. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me against his chest. "Josh! Look out, it's still hot." "Don't worry. You're way hotter." "Oh my God, that's even worse than the 'did u fall from heaven' pick-up-line." I laugh.

I guess this one meeting was enough to give me the reality check. * "You know the best thing about pasta is you can eat it anywhere anytime without having any appetite issues. One pot. Stomach filled. No extra effort to. Just stick them on the fork and eat", I say, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into my mouth when Ivanna stares at me with a small frown, not saying anything. She's just moving her fork on the plate. "What?" I ask as she just stares at me weirdly. "You kept talking about pasta for like five minutes straight. And there's nothing new and useful about that", she says, sighing and taking a bite of her sandwich. "Before that, you were talking about global warming and even before that