“Beck, Steven is like, so fine. He came here in a tux—“

“A tux! Where was he going to take you? The Waldorf?”

“For real, Beck! But then it was like so wild! He starts taking it off!”

“He stripped?”

“No! He just wanted me to think he was! I though he was going to show off his bare chest to me, but he had a brown shirt on that was exactly the same color as his skin. The tux? It was one of those paper digs you get in the costume store.”

“Oh, man! Did he show you chocolate underwear, too?”

“Beck, this is like for real, girl! So then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out this long-stemmed rose.”

“From his pocket? He Houdini or something?”

“Man, he had the deepest pockets I’ve ever seen. And you know me, Beck. I like men with deep pockets, if you get my drift.”