Sighting
She: “That guy was totally checking you out.”
Me: “Was he? It must’ve been the fuzzy red sweater. Guys like it.”
She: “No, guys like naked women.”
Me: “But I’m not naked. I’m wearing a fuzzy red sweater. Are you sure?”
She: “Yes. He was tracking you the entire time we were in there. I’m sure he was ripping that sweater off in his mind.”
Me: “Wish I’d worn better underwear.”
