51. Babysitter Needed

Frida

"And then what did he say?"

I smile as Madison looks at me eagerly. After I finished working out with Stanley, I went to see Madison and her little kiddies. Those boys are so freaking cute!

"He just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language and then mumbled something. And after I asked him to repeat, he said he like all girls with all body types," I say.

Madison giggles. "That's such a copout answer!"

"I know, right!" I laugh along with her.

Madison and I share a mischievous glance, reveling in our shared amusement. I always love to gossip with her. We are sitting comfortably in her cozy living room, sipping on cups of steaming tea while her children play nearby.

"He seriously thought he could get away with that line?" Madison exclaims, shaking her head in disbelief.

My smile widens. "Oh, but I didn't let him off the hook that easily. I called him out on his clichéd response and asked him for his honest opinion. You should have seen the look on his face!"

Madison burst