“Yes, Craig. Obviously I’m infatuated with you because of your magnificent hair. No woman alive could resist.”
“Aha!” he crows, victorious. “You said magnificent!”
“I was just repeating what you said.”
“No, I said glorious. You came up with a completely different adjective that had an entire additional syllable. Case closed. You’re madly in love with me. What time should I pick you up Friday?”
“Wow. Are you always like this?”
“Funny, charming, and dazzlingly sexy? Yes. Yes, I am.”
My eye roll is so extravagant, I might’ve popped something in my brain. Still chuckling, I relent. “Okay, Craig, you’re on. Dinner on Friday. Pick me up at six. And don’t make me regret this, I haven’t been on a date in a hundred years.”
His voice drops a notch. “I promise I won’t ever make you regret anyt
