During a workout last week with my personal trainer Megan, we gave our usual love-life update.
Me: XXX and I have been emailing. I like his singing, so he recorded a song and sent it to me as an mp3.
Megan: [tilting chin toward dip bar] Cool.
Me: [starting to do dips] It's doomed. But he's so sweet! Wouldn't you like it if a guy recorded a mp3 for you? You're really into music.
Megan: Hey, I've had top hits written for my ass.
Me: What, like "Baby Got Back"?
(It was only later that I realized she meant "my ass" as the gangsta way of saying "me", rather than the literal interpretation.)
Me: "Back that Ass Up"? "Rump Shaker"?
Megan: No, the song was "Silver, Blue, and Gold".