He was refilling the canteen at work and asked if I preferred nuts or chocolate. I quirked an 
eyebrow and asked why I had to choose. He licked his lips and we stumbled into the custodian’s closet to learn each other’s tastes.
We met at hotels twice a week, not to hide what we were doing but because we got so messy. Each time we met, he brought new food to eat off of my body. I was the serving dish holding a buffet and he was starving.
Eventually, the novelty wore off and I went in search of someone who saw me as a person and not a meal.