The second guy to tell me that he loved me was Milton. My friends and I called him Scruffy behind his back. He was an amazing kisser. He had a beautiful mouth. He was what you might consider universally beautiful, but he was dumb as hell. He liked to use pet names for me, which I disliked. Pumpkin. Sweetheart. Babe. He said, "Love ya, babe!" And once again, I asked, "How do you figure this?" He wasn't as eloquent or diplomatic as Sio. His response was, "Well, not love, love. What I mean is I like you a lot." I said, "Fine then, just say you like me a lot" you stupid motherfucker. The stupid MF part was just my thought. I didn't actually say it, although I probably should have.