Another failed plan

I had an idea once in my, heh, college days, that since most dumb college kids didn't know how to cook, but  I did, I could make a business where I cooked, like, dinners and such for kids who want to have a dinner party or some such, to feel, y'know, grownup.  We could discuss the menu in advance, I'd say what supplies were needed and then show up and cook a nice mess, get paid 20 bucks to go get drunk, then sit back and wait for calls from the girls who'd hired me who felt all charmed and shit that I knew what caperberries were and could not get me up off their sororitized minds.

FAIL