"'You're too fat to fuck.'

I was eating dinner in a cafe with a fellow I liked. I shouldn't have liked him, but I did. We were seated across from each other in a booth. I was eating a cheeseburger, holding the assemblage in both hands. Crisp around the edges, the bun was warm and squishy, squeezed between fingers and thumbs. It had been fried on the griddle, had soaked up meat grease, and my hands were getting greasy. I was glad that I was chewing and that my mouth was full."

~ The Weight on My Mind by Judith Moore.