I Remember Telling My First Girlfriend That She Reminded Me of a Flour. I Could Tell by Her Smile and the Look in Her Eyes That I Had Touched Her Heart. Unfortunately, For Both of Us, I Continued On With the Analogy ….

Not just any flour, I said, but a coarsely milled sorghum flour with strong hints of ragweed and barnyard, and with plenty of fiber.  Lots and lots of fiber. 

Her smile slowly faded.  As did our relationship soon thereafter.