A conversation with Zach

Zach: We have a hot tub at the house, you know. So next time you visit…

Me: (Sarcastically) What? We can have the hot sex in the hot tub?

Zach: I don't know why you're so against doing it again.

Me: Dude, it was one night five years ago. Get over it. Plus, you know how I feel about the casual sex.

Zach: See? I think casual sex is like cookie dough.

Me: (Laughing) What?

Zach: Like, it's really good just by itself. And if you decide you want to add things to it later, you can, and make it even better.

Me: What kinds of things?

Zach: Like commitment. Or marriage. It's just like adding chocolate chips and raisins.

Me: Chocolate chips AND raisins? What the hell kind of cookies are you baking?

Zach: You know what I mean.

Me: I'm sorry, but that does not sound like a cookie I'd want to eat.

Zach: Punk.

Me: What about peanut butter chocolate chip cookies?

Zach: Eh… I like peanut butter balls better.

Me: (Excitedly) What's a peanut butter ball?

Zach: It's like a ball of peanut butter dipped in chocolate.

Me: Shut up! That sounds so good. That reminds me. I have to replace [The Roommate's] Godivas.

Zach: What Godivas?

Me: She has eight Godiva chocolates in the freezer. Once a month, I eat some or all of them and then replace them before she notices. Usually all of them.

Zach: How long have you been doing this?

Me: A year maybe?

Zach: So anyway, back to the sex…