Some guys know how to get dates. Others don't.
This is pretty much how my husband got me: He jogged up to me, beat his chest Tarzan style and said, "Kawabunga! Me see you, get chubby. You have nice tits! nice ass! Me like! You, me. Make baby!"
I said, "Okie-dokie, Smokie," and the rest is history.
Actually, that's not true. But it's close.
I got called a MILF the other day. I had to think about that a while. I decided it was a compliment and I'm happy to accept it. In fact, I'll lean into the title. Why not? It's incentive to keep in shape, if nothing else.
