J: You are so damn cool. Seriously.
H: You should know.
J: Huh?
(Thank GOD for noisy restaurant)
H: I said, Thanks. You're pretty great yourself.
J: It's what I love about you.
H: Kill me now. You're sweet.
J: The next girlfriend I have will.......
(...as J continues list of qualities that next girlfriend must have in common with yours truly)
H: You using that steak knife? If not, you want to stab it through my heart? Oh, it's already dirty? Forget it, then.
(Nod, smile, nod.)
J: She'll definitely have to be cool with sitting around, laughing at (insert name of OUR favorite movie here).
Waitress: Can I get you anything else?
H: A clean steak knife please? Another margarita. Thanks.
J: You're quiet.
H: I'm drunk. Thank God
Day like today presents four options:
1. Sylvia Plath-like head-in-oven technique
2. Steak knives in mock remebrance of previous night
3. Plain
4. Peanut
Opted for plain and peanut. Figure single-handedly supporting both Weight Watchers and M&M Mars companies reason enough for living.