"Sorry, I'm not really a tits kinda guy," I admit, rolling my eyes, though I've got brains enough to at least seem halfway contrite.

After that, I don't know what the fuck to say to her. Everything I can think of, I know won't be met well. It's not like we're really close friends, anyway.

So, maybe poking fun at the awkwardness of the whole fucking thing, I say, "Nice fuckin' weather we're havin', huh?"