I was at a diner the other night with my fiancee, who is a man, and we're of course lovers but I suppose we don't act all that lovey-dovey in public, because of what happened later. When I went to pay the check, the waitress was surely hitting on me!

It was very flattering, I will admit, and my fiancee thought it was funny. It just felt nice to have passed both in looks and voice (not even being on T, mind you!) and not only that, but to be hit on! Have you ever had one of those good-feeling days?