“Forget the kid at the grocery,” I say. “If I’m getting a boy toy, I’m getting one like Harvey.” “Old?” “No. Someone that likes to be home, eat cherry pie, and adores me.” “Maybe that’s where I’m going wrong,” she says. “I’ve been looking for abs, money, and no mommy issues.” “Yeah, you need to refocus. Abs are great, but they’re no good if you never get to see them.”
