Legal Eagle and I began talking about things to do on dates.
Me: You know, you could go to like, what is it, a poor man's sport.
LE: What? Like a cock fight?
Me: (laughing) Noooo...like not professional sports, but like rinky dink ones.
LE: Oh, I was confused there for a minute.
On our way home one day, LE's navigator (who is named Joan) went gray instead of being in color.
Me: Great! Joan's gone all depressed, Emo on us.
LE and me talking about my potential set-up.
LE: So would you go out with him?
Me: Yeah.
LE: Really?!
Me: Yeah, just don't be all awkward and obvious about it.
LE stares at me.
Me: Right, you'll be totally awkward and obvious about it.
LE: Probably.
More on a potential set-up.
Me: Just because we're both single, doesn't mean I'm his type.
LE: Please, you are so a higher number.
What LE does at class.
Me: How was class?
LE: I played a game of Hearts and won and then I played 27 games of Minesweeper.
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