I guess it’s time to wax my brows and color my hair. Clean my house and trim the bushes. And I guess it’s time to stop acting like a cavegirl, protesting the opposite sex by refusing to do the necessary landscaping. If you know what I mean. I guess it’s time to paint my nails and burn the ugly pajamas. And I guess it’s time to go out into the world again and not be afraid. But I am afraid. Of so much. And yet, really, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
She: What if we run out of stuff to talk about and there’s that dreaded moment of dead silence???
He: I suppose we always have that verbal panacea, that one catch phrase, that, when uttered, seemingly saves all of humanity from its greatest discomfort….
She: So…come here often?
He: That’s the one.