I am a post-coital idiot
Recumbent 3 a.m. conversation a few days ago:
She [sincerely and without warning]: I’m attracted to everything about you. Even the Darth Vader sword hanging on your wall.
Me [thinking]: Oh my god, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a very long time.
Me [out loud]: Correction: it’s a lightsaber.
Haha, excellent.
