Here's parts of a conversation Michael and I had last night:
"Jessica, you're so pretty. You're so cute. Cuter than a little kitten with a bow on its head."
"Michael, you know I hate it when you call me cute." (I was glaring at him)
Later in the evening he admitted that his co-worker had put him up to saying that to me after Michael had told him about my aversion to the word "cute." I don't like the word unless it's being used to describe old people, babies, or animals.
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