Posted 16 March 2012 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: Didn’t you just tell me I look fine?
NICK: Yes.
ME: I look like a panda that’s just lost a boxing match!
NICK: Well, you look fine by present standards.
ME: You … what?
NICK: Hello!
Posted 10 March 2012 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: Honey, if you want to go out this afternoon …
NICK: Well, I don’t really want to, exactly.
ME: Perhaps “want” was a poor choice of verb. Allow me to rephrase. Should a complex system of emotional and social triggers prompt you to exit the house this afternoon, that would be fine.
NICK: Okay then.
(Pause)
NICK: I don’t really want to, though.
Posted 9 March 2012 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: I don’t really like birds. I find them a bit creepy.
NICK: Yeah, the funny little theropods.
ME: Is that what they are?
NICK: That’s the order of dinosaurs from which they’re descended.
ME: Okay, but that’s like calling you a woolly mammoth.
NICK: Not even remotely.
ME: Well, biology is not my strong point.
Posted 4 March 2012 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: Gosh, I really lucked out with you.
NICK: And I really lucked out with you.
ME: Not so much. Except that I’m a Doctor Who fan with boobs.
NICK: Well, those were my two criteria.
Posted 3 March 2012 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
ME: Oh, you have made a great mess in the land.
NICK: You have?
ME: Not me. You.
NICK: You’ve got to break stuff to make stuff, Treena.
ME: Is that your version of “You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs”?
NICK: Exceptionale.
ME: Is that your version of “Yes”?
NICK: Exceptionale.