Independence Day Musing

I have this big, lovely looking watermelon sitting on my counter just waiting to be cut up and enjoyed by me. The problem? I don't want to cut it. I would like to ask a boy to cut it for me. It's not that I "can't" cut it. I could do it perfectly well... perhaps even better than the would-be male watermelon cutter. I just don't want to... I would like to have a watermelon cutter and meat griller. Sometimes I'd be happy to cut the watermelon and grill the meat, but then other times, it would be great to have someone else happy to do those things as well.

So, new requirement: Mr. Perfect must be willing to be part-time watermelon cutter and meat griller.

PS - This is why I usually spend ridiculous amounts of money on cut-up watermelon rather than buying a whole one for the same price or less. :)