Last night, my brother and I were standing at the checkout counter at the CVS, buying batteries for our dad's insulin pump, and a row of magazines was staring me in the face. They were almost at face-height, really, and some airbrushed movie star or model's perfectly flat stomach was flashing me tauntingly.
Without thinking, I read aloud the first words I saw: "What Do Guys Lust After in July?"
I laughed and sarcastically said, "Enlighten me," to the closest magazine.
The guy behind the counter, a young Indian man, said something so quietly I didn't catch it the first time.
"What?" I said, embarrassed and thinking I might have handed him the wrong amount.
"Ice cream?" he said again, louder. "We lust after ice cream?"
Everyone started laughing.
"Makes a lot of sense," agreed my brother, another man who would soon face the scorching month in question.
Actually, we'd gotten ice cream just minutes before, at a nearby Thomas Sweet.
But the point is, if you'd like to know what a man wants, maybe you should just ask him.
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