About the lame stomach come-on at the gym, I forgot to say that when he saw what's under my shirt, besides learning that I was pissed off, he also learned why I don't go bare-midriff at the gym.
What's under there?
It's one of the great mysteries of life.
The cold meds have kicked in, I finished a book today, and I'm feeling sassy. I'm guessing it will last all of 20 minutes.