You look beautiful today.
As opposed to how I look most days?
No, you look lovely most days, just… particularly so, today.
I figured you were bored with me, because you spend all your spare time writing.
I figured you were bored with me, because you spend all your spare time at your mom’s.
Ugh. She’s been cantankerous lately. On the warpath.
You name it. They don’t make the ranch chicken the way they used to over at Daily Deli, she’s got a good 40 minutes of material on that.
Ugh, indeed. Well, you look beautiful today, anyway.
Would you be willing to take my mom to get her car fixed tomorrow?
Sure, I guess. What’s wrong with it?
She says it sounds funny.
That sentence sounds funny. Oh, alright, it should be fun. I love your mom.
She loves you too, seriously. The first five years we were together, all I heard from her was “don’t run this one off, he’s really good…”
Was that a habit of yours? Hanging out on the front porch with a shotgun, running off men?
No. Might have been a better use of my time than macrame was, now that I picture it.
It wouldn’t have been that easy to run me off.
Ummm… no, actually it would have been really easy. So I’m glad you didn’t do it.
Me, too. I really didn’t want to take my mom to get her car fixed…
We men have our uses.