Dairy Queen

A man just hit on me in the downstairs kitchen when I got some coffee. As I put the milk back in the fridge and he pulled it out, he said "Ahh, milk, it does a body good." I was the only one there, and we were like, touching at the counter and I thought it would be rude to pretend he wasn't there, so I was like 'Yep, agreed". And then he asked "So what's your favorite? Skim?" , which is flattering, because the new tank top I'm wearing unexpectedly turned out to be about 3 microns thick and I think look lumpy, like one of those stress dolls you used to buy at Spencer's Gifts.

Anyway, I said "2%" and then we made love.