After engaging in some unusually high amounts of girlfriend crazy and an overall indulgence in my whimsical ways, Chris begins to mock me:
C: "You know what I want for Christmas? A medal. No. Make that a trophy. A boyfriend of the year trophy. And a parade. I want a thank you parade for being your boyfriend."
Me: "Oh REALLY?
C: "Oh yeah. I don't think I'm given enough credit for being your boyfriend."
Me: "I resent that. I think a lot of guys would want to be my boyfriend."
C: " Noooooo. A lot of guys would like to DATE you. There's a difference."
Me: "Well maybe I should. Date other guys. See how you like that."
C: "Why? are you messing around behind my back?"
Me: "No, why?"
C: "Because I would have noticed if you were messing around in front of me. I'm not stupid you know."
