Ryan and I had two hours to kill before Casino Night yesterday so, as usual, we went to the mall.
We were sitting down, me eating a huge cookie (Mrs. Fields...mmmm) and him eating some ice-cream). I saw a guy walk by and made some comment along the lines of, "He's not bad. Tall and skinny..nothing wrong in my book."
Ryan looked at me and said: "What? I'm not good enough for you?"
"Ryan," I began, gesturing to him, "you are like filet mignon," he keeps looking at me as I make a sweeping gesture with my arm encompassing the rest of the mall, "and as I don't eat beef, I am forced to choose from the pork chops." At this point, I think I've got him...I'm confident that I've made myself look pretty suave.
Keeping his eyes on me Ryan doesn't even blink. "You are so full of it."
You know? For a minute there I thought I was gonna get away with it... ;)
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