(I am a huge bookaholic. My boyfriend reads but he isn’t as into them as me. For my sake, he tries to keep up with fandom related stuff. One day during recess we were walking together. I was busy reading Harry Potter.)

Me: “You remind me of James Potter a bit. Well, except for the fact that he was brave and could fly. You cannot sweep me off my feet. Literally.”

(My boyfriend looks at me as if I am from some other world. Then he smirks.)

Boyfriend: “Is that so, Evans? Wait and watch, ‘Lilykins.'”

(He runs to one of his friends and takes a key from him. Next thing I know he comes racing down the path on his friend’s bike and he has tied a broomstick to it! He stops right in front of me and pulls me onto the seat.)

Boyfriend: “How is this for sweeping you off your feet? Eh, Evans?”

(My friend and I are heading to class when a group of guys walks by us. One of them is a new transfer from England.)

Guy: “Hey, [My Name]!”

(He hands me a slip of paper just as we pass each other. As they walk away, I glance at the piece of paper before shoving it into my pocket and continuing to walk with my friend.)

Friend: *laughs* “What was that about? What was on that paper, anyway?”

Me: *smiles and shakes my head* “There’s a number on that paper he gave me.”

Friend: “Oh, my god. Are you kidding me? You’ve got to admit, though. That was smooth.”

Me: *laughs* “That’s true. I wouldn’t expect less from a British boy.”

Friend: *laughs* “Ah, yes. Although, knowing the guys, it’s probably a number for [pizza place] or something like that.”

(I am helping a friend sign up for an online file backup service. We are both competent with computers, and often exchange ideas and support.)

Friend: “So, where’s the sign-up page?”

Me: “It’s [site].”

(He goes there and fills in the forms: email, username, password.)

Site: “This password isn’t secure enough; we require both lowercase and uppercase letters, with at least one number.”

Friend: “I cannot believe this! Why is this site asking for a capital number?”

(I stare at my friend. He slowly catches on.)

Friend: *cracking up* “I cannot believe I just said that!”

(I am in medical school and am excited to be going out with the phlebotomy team the next day. We get up early and go around to each of the patients in the hospital that needs blood drawn then send the blood off to the lab. It is a great way to improve our blood drawing skills. I tell a close friend about the phlebotomy team and she becomes very upset.)

Friend: *screaming* “That’s awful! How can you do that? I didn’t think that was still legal! I can’t believe you would do that to your patients!”

(It took me a while to figure out that she thought I was going out with the ‘lobotomy’ team.)

Friend: “I’m pretty sure all of the joints are called ankles. Seriously, what do you call this?” *points at her wrist* “Hand ankles!”

Me: “You mean wrists?”

Friend: “…how did I…”