Me, trying on summer dresses that have been upstairs all winter, deciding what goes to consignment and what stays here: Oh man. I think this one is too tight.
SH: Yes, but I really like that. It's pretty. It looks good on you.
Me: Kinda tight.
SH, running his hands up my sides: Yes, a little.
He steps back and looks again.
SH: But only a few pounds. I mean, you don't need to lose ten pounds for this to work. Maybe just three.
He steps back again, then approaches me and touches my sides again.
SH: Or --
SH: Don't they have those things?
Me: What things?
SH: You're just a little bumpy here - don't they have those things that can you know, smooth you out?
Me: Like a girdle?
SH: Yes! What about one of those?