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Wen: Missy is making cookies for her new guy.
James: You can feel free to bring me cookies anytime.
Wen: I bring you stuff all the time! You should bring me fucking cookies!!!
Later that night, I heard her mutter, "Bring me cookies... I'm gonna punch you in the cookies."
I did actually bring my new guy cookies. Then he surprised me with a new ice scraper, since he got dead bird all over my other one and we tossed it in the nearest garbage can. I hugged him, because honestly? That's my idea of romance. Don't bring me stuff that's cliché, like flowers, just because you think you should. Get me a new ice scraper because I need one. Paying attention to my life, that's romantic.
Today, we hung out at home all evening while I made him watch The Gate, one of my favorite--if not my all-time favorite--horror movies, he made me watch The Karate Kid because I hadn't seen it in forever, and we both settled on a ridiculous tongue-in-cheek horror movie called Teeth which, if you haven't seen it, is honestly pretty good. Clever (but obvious) metaphors and hilarious set-ups for improbable events and really top notch acting by the lead. If you can get past the ridiculous premise, you're in for a treat. Ah hell, you're in for one even if you can't get past the ridiculous premise. (Those two sentences are the two line review, by the way.)
We did go out for dinner (between The Gate and The Karate Kid), and at the restaurant when the waitress was making this olive oil and spice mixture for the garlic bread, New Guy asked her what was in the spices. I wondered why the fuck he cared.
"Oh, well, there's garlic salt, and pepper, and Parmesan... I think that's all. Why? Oh, are you allergic to something?"
And I realized suddenly that he was checking... for me.
"I think he's making sure I'm not gonna die on him," I told the waitress. When she left, I turned back to him. "That's so sweet of you to remember my weirdo allergies because honestly? I didn't even think about it!"
"Well, I just don't want to have to stab you with that epi-pen. I don't like needles!"
Spin it however you want, dude, I think I found a keeper.
James: You can feel free to bring me cookies anytime.
Wen: I bring you stuff all the time! You should bring me fucking cookies!!!
Later that night, I heard her mutter, "Bring me cookies... I'm gonna punch you in the cookies."
I did actually bring my new guy cookies. Then he surprised me with a new ice scraper, since he got dead bird all over my other one and we tossed it in the nearest garbage can. I hugged him, because honestly? That's my idea of romance. Don't bring me stuff that's cliché, like flowers, just because you think you should. Get me a new ice scraper because I need one. Paying attention to my life, that's romantic.
Today, we hung out at home all evening while I made him watch The Gate, one of my favorite--if not my all-time favorite--horror movies, he made me watch The Karate Kid because I hadn't seen it in forever, and we both settled on a ridiculous tongue-in-cheek horror movie called Teeth which, if you haven't seen it, is honestly pretty good. Clever (but obvious) metaphors and hilarious set-ups for improbable events and really top notch acting by the lead. If you can get past the ridiculous premise, you're in for a treat. Ah hell, you're in for one even if you can't get past the ridiculous premise. (Those two sentences are the two line review, by the way.)
We did go out for dinner (between The Gate and The Karate Kid), and at the restaurant when the waitress was making this olive oil and spice mixture for the garlic bread, New Guy asked her what was in the spices. I wondered why the fuck he cared.
"Oh, well, there's garlic salt, and pepper, and Parmesan... I think that's all. Why? Oh, are you allergic to something?"
And I realized suddenly that he was checking... for me.
"I think he's making sure I'm not gonna die on him," I told the waitress. When she left, I turned back to him. "That's so sweet of you to remember my weirdo allergies because honestly? I didn't even think about it!"
"Well, I just don't want to have to stab you with that epi-pen. I don't like needles!"
Spin it however you want, dude, I think I found a keeper.