About 12 years ago I worked in reservations for an airline, and being that the ratio of women to men was roughly 10 to 1, I got to hear nothing but TMI. But as we all know, when the chick is hot, there is rarely something that is actually TMI. At one point, they were flying us to corporate for a day of training, and you could sign up for when you wanted to go, so our little cliques signed up together, with me being the only guy. One of them was a cute, young, redhead single mom who had recently had a baby. When we got on the plane, she said, oh crap, I left my pump at home, referring to her milk pump. As the day went on, she kept complaining about how much her chesticles hurt, and I kept joking about how I was thirsty and would be glad to help. On the flight back, she grabbed my hand and put it on her chest and said, see what the hell I'm talking about, and it was rock hard. When we landed, she still had over an hour drive home, and as we were walking to the parking lot, she leaned in and asked me if I was serious about offering to help, but that I couldn't tell anyone. We got in her SUV, and she pulled up on her shirt and bra, which was full of some sort of absorbent pad thing, and they were soaked with milk from the leakage. I proceeded to drain them as best I could, while she started making these little moans of relief. I started to move my hand to her below region, and she smacked me in the back of the head and told me this was akin to a medical procedure, not an intimate encounter. Somehow this permanent friend zoned me in her mind, and I became her TMI magnet.