one hour into the conversation
after I, or we, had the needed change of scene
in the second location, coffee as you always suggest with which I always go along
I thought I could no longer look at anyone that way
(I never and neither knew I looked at anyone that way, not did I know I could)
but I was tempted. and it was helpless.
all of a sudden I thought I would ask this whimsical question,
"Who do you think is cooler, you or your wife?"
at you who never considered yourself cool.
shocked, you were; that look on your face, in awe
you responded "I never consider myself cool," or you dodged my compliment, "could I find myself cool, I would have won." everything in Cantonese, ofcourse.
loooooool
we're you shocked that I implied I found you (sort of) cool?
Your wife is one lucky dame
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