What the fuck has got into you?
Or should I ask, who?
Just that trime of the month, I guess.
The first day in April, I mean.
I had a lovely time last week. You were fabulous- everything I'd hoped, and more. But how come you never called me back?
I felt the same way, but then when I got back home I was so horribly intimidated by how amazing you were that I figured I shouldn't even bother- I thought if I called, you'd laugh and say I was a disappointment. To hear that you feel the same way is like a dream come true. Let us rendez-vous again; I will take you out for dinner, dancing, anything you like- just say the word. Or, if you'd prefer, we can spend a quiet evening inside and listen to your favorite music by candlelight. Anything you like, anything at all.
Just so long as I get to cook you breakfast, of course.
So, uuhhh... after last week, does this mean we're goin' steady now?
... Callaway as well?!? I'm not that kind of girl, I'll have you know!
I know you're not the same kind of girl as Callaway, but I like you both tremendously. Variety is the spice of life, and all.
And does 'going steady' mean that I get to do you more often?