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Does Cap N Crunch turn you on?
A few days before my period (sorry to the one or two men who read this) I turn into a ravenous beast; I crave food incessantly. A simple trip to the store for water can turn into a lengthy twenty minutes of aisle cruising – usually with my befuddled boyfriend in tow.
Tonight was not an exception. I looked at granola bars, pudding, cookies and croissants. “None of these are right,” I complained. “Oh god!” I clamped my hand over my mouth. “I’ve turned into fat stereotype number 197.”
My boyfriend shot me a puzzled look.
“I’m wandering the grocery store looking at the food with something akin to lust in my eyes.”
We round a corner only to find two twenty-somethings making out like the earth is about to be hit by an asteroid.
“Huh,” I shake my head. “I guess I’m not the only one who gets turned on by the deli section.”
Tonight was not an exception. I looked at granola bars, pudding, cookies and croissants. “None of these are right,” I complained. “Oh god!” I clamped my hand over my mouth. “I’ve turned into fat stereotype number 197.”
My boyfriend shot me a puzzled look.
“I’m wandering the grocery store looking at the food with something akin to lust in my eyes.”
We round a corner only to find two twenty-somethings making out like the earth is about to be hit by an asteroid.
“Huh,” I shake my head. “I guess I’m not the only one who gets turned on by the deli section.”
