"Do you know how much I love you?"
I love this question. And as you know, I say no every time.
I widen my eyes and shake my head. "No."
"Noooo." I look as sincere as I can.
There is a pause. I look up at him expectantly, waiting for the rain of sweetness and compliments.
"You really are a slow learner, aren't you?"
Hahaha, this is preciously hilarious.ReplyDelete
Do you know how much I love you?ReplyDelete
he got you good, didn't he?
I think you're becoming to gushy for me -- the cynic single here is feeling left out. I mean, it's not like my cat is telling me how much he loves me, ya know?ReplyDelete
(And if he was, then I'd have even bigger issues than just being single, huh? So let's appreciate the fact that though I talk to the cat, there's no actual conversations between us just yet.)
But, damn, stop rubbing it in :)
Nicole - Thanks. :)ReplyDelete
Kerrie - No! How much?
Slightly Disorganized - He did. I was definitely impressed.
Beach Bum - Yikes - sorry! I should've started blogging looong ago. I was so bitter and jaded for ages!
aw this is so sweet and funny!!...i love the way you describe how you widen your eyes and shake your head.ReplyDelete
Good for him... We've got to keep mixing things up on you women, or you'll start thinking you run the place... or something.ReplyDelete
That's gooooood. I need to store that one away in the closet for future use . . . if I'm even in love again, that is. I like how your man thinks!ReplyDelete