He Can Reduce You To Tears With Just A Shiver Of His Curly Hair Day!
You don't know that you can make it through an entire dinner without stabbing yourself in the back of your hand with a fork he's just so gosh darn delicious.
"So you're unemployed?"
"Mmm," he says, his mouth overflowing with baked ziti. "Hopin' to stay that way too. 'Cept I don't have any money."
You place your hand over his, which nearly makes you break into song, and you say, "I'll get this then."
He smiles, like you just made a joke. He assumed you'd be paying for dinner from the get-go.
"You got a nice body," he says. Hooray! your heart shouts into your veins. He does like me, he does like me!
"Thank you," you say with a shy smile.
"You don't look like my ex-girlfriend at all," he says. "For the first six months after the breakup I only messed around with girls who looked like her. Now I'm trying to go the opposite route."
"Has it been working out so far?" you ask with some play in your eyes.
He shrugs. "I don't care."
"I don't normally behave this way," you say. "But when you finish eating your entrée, would you mind terribly if we went straight back to my place?"
"To fuck?" he asks. There's a chunk of sausage on his chin.
"Yes," you say. "I swear this isn't the way I am all the time. There's just something about you that makes me want to skip over all the usual games."
His mouth wide open, he chews his ziti, then says, "I wanna stop at a bar first. I wanna get some beers in me first."
You smile and nod. "That's fine. I can wait." Then you lean in with a naughty whisper. "But not for too long."
"Look, get off my back!" he shouts. Some tomato sauce hits you in the eye.
"I'm sorry," you say. "Take your time."
For the rest of the evening, you try to only speak when spoken to.
Happy He Can Reduce You To Tears With Just A Shiver Of His Curly Hair Day!