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So…

 

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.