Falling Down The Manhole

(My boyfriend and I are driving, discussing about when we first met. Neither of us can remember the exact date as we met with mutual friends.)

Boyfriend: “You’re a girl. Aren’t you all suppose to remember every date and detail?”

Me: “Well, yeah, I’m a girl. But I am not very good and remembering all that.”

Boyfriend: “True, you are like half a guy.”

(I glare at him.)

Boyfriend: “I mean, um, you act like a guy?”

(Still glaring.)

Boyfriend: “I mean you, uh, think like a guy. Yeah, that’s it!”

Me: “Better, but you are still pretty far down in that hole you dug.”

Boyfriend: “You knew what I meant, and I love you. Please throw me a rope down here?”