My roomate is
in love. Not "in lust" mindyou. I mean
Luh---UV He is bitten and
smitten.
I have known Mike since Junior high and lived with him since graduation. We have been through a bunch and I can honestly say I have never seen him like this.
"How do you know?" He asks me as he cleans under our couch, whisk broom in hand. You are scaring me, I tell him. This is the man who uses newspapers as napkins and has been known to eat pizza that had carbon dating. His previous overtures for dates involved putting dirty dishes in a closet and tossing magazines off the couch if the new girl declined to sit in one of our Red Wing beanbags.
"Well yeah, OK, It's different," he says. "and I think it would be nice if maybe we bought some, you know, air freshener or somethin'"
This is getting pretty weird. I will get back to you on this.