Why is it that with so many male acquaintances what we bond over is discussing our digestion in fine detail
deuteranopia:
I gotta say that for the most part, I refuse to acknowledge that I even digest food in the presence of a woman, let alone tell her that I'm off to the toilet to do so. I digress... My ex wife had a nasty habit of having to "digest" at the most inopportune times. Oftentimes it would cause me to be late for something or miss windows of opportunity. I otherwise have no take on the aforementioned subject matter.