[disclaimer] Now, I’m a weirdo, [/disclaimer] but you had me at “pre-sock tempurature,” Mr. E. Had you used a semicolon in that post, I’d be proverbial head over proverbial heels.
An example of my cheesiness, while pretending to flirt with a girl in my French Class: Laura, you are like an accent mark…your very presence changes the intonation of my voice. You are uplifting, exotic, unique. It goes without saying–it is a rule–that you be placed higher than the subordinate characters that surround you. You are the finishing touch on the language of romance. Unfortunately, there are times when you also serve no real purpose, except to inform anybody who cares that the letter ‘s’ used to come after that ‘e’.
First big arguement with the NinjaGuy. He called me the next morning (wake-up call), and said:
“The fact that I can’t stand you being mad at me outweighs being incredibly pissed off right now. And I got up just to call you, so don’t you dare argue with me.”
To which I think I replied “Oh yeah? Well, I love you infinity-plus-one.” Apparently I’m also nicer than cookies and ice-cream. I’m waiting 'til I’m nicer than yogurt, as that’s the biggie.
Another beautiful moment fractures on my pedantic literalism.
In terms of OTT romantic statements, I once cried off answering “Do you prefer my hair up or down?” by claiming it was like distinguishing between a ruby and saphire. It worked too.
Same person - and we’re still going out! Apparently it’s because I have cute eyes. This is absolutely fine by me, but it does mean that I can either wear shades or talk to her over over the summer, but not both. Tricky.
An old boyfriend once told me, very sincerely, that he loved my multi-fauceted personality. I tried really hard not to laugh at him. I should have known from that day that it wouldn’t work.
