i was friends with a boy named mike once. he was the perfect mix of business man schmuck and like, totally great. attractive. two 401{k}'s for sure. and an all star mormon {he was even balding nicely for a twentysomething}.
best of all, he loved my cooking. especially my banana bread.
after we graduated, he went on his way to be a killer successful commercial real estate guy in palo alto and i landed in slc. we stayed in touch every now and then. but then there was this one time... when lamenting about his unsuccessful dating life {little did he know, there was a house full of 10 girls who would have had him in a second}, he said to me:
"oh, aubry. if i could find a girl who made banana bread as well as you, i'd marry her in a heart beat."
i hung up on him.
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