Size matters

There is this busser at my work who is from Honderous . At first he seemed very professional but as usual our relationship has degenerated into sexual innuendos. I wonder why? He pretends to bite my ass when I go up the stairs in front of him. Hmmmm....
Anyway, today when he saw me he asked me what I had done last night. "Nothing." I told him. "I stayed at home. Why?" He was like, "Well, you look like crap today. Really tired." Normally he calls me 'Hot Girl'. I was momentarily annoyed. But the truth was, I felt like shit, I'd had one beer and stayed up until 2 in the morning reading through old emails. It was pretty depressing. I managed to dredge up a lot of old drama with guys that I had been dating over the past 6 years. Actually, it made me really sad. Sad that I didn't stick up for myself more. Sad for taking a lot of the B.S. that they put me through. Sad that I was so naive. Sad because a lot of the friends that I was emailing about all this drama are now married or engaged. And I'm still out here floundering around. The pool seems to get smaller and smaller. My chances dwindling fast. I feel like I hardly have enough oxygen to breath. So, yeah I might have looked a bit haggard.
Later he asked me what cup size I was. I laughed. I felt a little better.