I'm a pretty cheap date. Take me to McDonalds...buy me a full meal from selections off of the dollar menu...and I'm set.
The courtship between me and Michael relied upon this heavily. We'd swing by McDs, get take-out, and then hole up in his room for the rest of the day to watch B-horror movies.
It was pleasant, but it was also a problem. The truth was, dating Michael was making me fat. Nowadays, we're at eachothers' goal weights (infuriating).
Thinking wistfully of your thin and single days? No need to dump your man (apparently). Just pick up this book:
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