I put on the red dress I discarded a few days ago and take it right back off. Nothing has changed in the two days since I decided red was the color of sex and I refuse to let Mr. Maybe-I-Wanted-to-Get-to-Know-You think I’m trying to seduce him. That ship has sailed. I will take my free milk elsewhere. Fuck Ben. No more free milk. I’m putting it back on the shelf, in the paid marketplace. I probably need to work on my analogies.
