Every headline I can think of is cheesy. Every text message I send S, my new .....boyfriend? Dare I say it? is mushy, gushy. We say things like "Oh, I thought about you all day" Gag.
We have conversations that already crack me up and make me know that this is someone I can get along with during a ten hour drive or a two hour wait in line. After just a few days, I know this.
Me: (upon explaining that my neices were texting me from church camp). "I dunno....I mean, it's good, I just don't want them to get too....churchy."
Me: (Pause) "I mean, I guess it's better than crack cocaine camp."
Him: "Well, you appear to have survived crack cocaine camp"
Me: "I know, but I was so popular there. It was really a burden."
Him: "Is that why you still hide crack under the floor boards? Don't lie. I saw it."
Me: (After showing him where I spilled nail polish on the rug and then dumped water on it after the carpet cleaner) "Look what I did before you got here."
Him: "You threw up?"
Me: "No! Why would I SHOW you where I threw up? Or TELL you?"
Him: "You tell every fucking thing else!"
Me: "I know. Just wait."
Me, feeding my cat Charlie.
Him: "Hey Chuck. Get a job and contribute around here if you want that food!"
Sigh. I'm smitten.