The Thrill is Gone

10th November 2003

Bryan has just taken a shower, and I leap on him.

Me: Ug! You’re still all wet!

(Blow on his shoulder in a mock-sexy attempt to dry him off.)

Him: Whoa! I thought you were going to spit on me at first.

Me: Spit on you?

Him: I know. I was like, “Um. That’s not-hot.”

Me: Spitting on you equals not hot.

Him: I’m thinking, we’ve only been married like three weeks, and already she’s trying to kick it up a notch.