Long ago, I dated this guy. I’ll call him M. My mom had recently had a heart attack and he kind of panicked. One afternoon, we were hanging out in my apartment. I was craving something sugary, so I said, “I want something sweet.”
He knew, he KNEW I was craving something along the lines of oh say NOT HEALTHY AT ALL, and yet said with a beatific expression on his face, “how about a nice piece of fruit?”
I still laugh about that to this day.