And yet I keep going. Why is that? It’s because I believe in love.
Tom (Wake Forest, NC ’16)
Him: If you don’t look like your picture, you’re buying me drinks til you do.
Me: Same right back atcha, buddy. –>his photos are at least 15 years old.
Him: We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.
I chose Kitchen in Chapel Hill run by the amazing Dick and Sue Barrows.
Him to the waiter: What’s good here?
Me thinking: Oh, no, he’s kidding, right?
Him: I’ll have the raw oysters. Don’t overcook them.
Me thinking: Blank. Not funny.
Me: So I know you’ve been married once. What’s your love history like?
Him: My second marriage was only a couple of months. She was from Bulgaria.
Me: Oh, wow, what was Bulgaria like?
Him: I never went there. I met her online and then she moved in with me.
Me: Ah, well then.
Waiter: Are you ready to order?
Him to waiter: I’ll have the duck confit cooked rare (and yes, he really pronounced it con fit)
Waiter: I’m sorry sir, but the confit is fully cooked in it’s own fat.
Him to waiter: Just tell the chef, I’m sure people ask for this all the time.
Me: Trying to explain the concept of duck confit while watching him polish his silverware and locking eyes with Sue over by the bar.
Him: Yeah, but can you do this? (While he’s busy hanging his spoon from his nose.)