Since this one is 100% personal & actually old bidness--not to mention admittedly shallow--Imma put it past a break. Consider yourself warned.
OK, here we go.
Back when my ex left me, I used to tell my best friend Mark, "I know a man can get tired of a steady diet of steak, but what the hell would make him go for week-old tuna instead?" Mark, ever the good friend, would always correct me to two-week-old tuna, but I digress.
Erik & I were lying in bed just last night (maybe the night before) & I told him about this picture I had. I've never considered myself the most beautiful woman in the world--or beautiful at all, to be honest, though I do think I'm pretty--but there was this one picture of me and my cousin that the idiot ex left me for, and looking at that photo goes to prove the whole steak/tuna thing. Interestingly enough, tonight I found the photo in question: