That’s What You Call A Cheese Pairing

(In the eight months we’ve been dating, my boyfriend has done all of the cooking for us. While I’m more than capable of cooking, he thoroughly enjoys it and I’d rather do the dishes. We’ve just got back from the store and I finish unpacking while he’s still washing up dishes from breakfast that morning. Note: there is absolutely no counter space in his kitchen.)

Boyfriend: “Why don’t you start prepping the chicken while I finish these?”

Me: “Well, there’s no room for me to get any work done over there. So I’ll just sit here and play with the ball of mozzarella until you’re done.”

Boyfriend: “Seriously?”

Me: “Yeah! It’s fun… It’s soft and squishy but still pretty firm.”

Boyfriend: “Are you describing the mozzarella or your boobs?”

(After a few seconds of silence he turns to see me sitting with one hand on a boob, mozzarella in the other hand, with my “thinking hard” face on.)

Boyfriend: “How’d I know that’s how I’d find you?”