The Idiosyncrasies Of Idiocy

(We are in my boyfriend’s car. After spending two days with our friends, he is driving me home because I have to work. After saying our goodbyes, I take his face in my hands and speak to him softly.)

Me: “I really like you, even if you are an idiot. And you are an idiot.”

(He moves to kiss me, and with his knee he accidentally turns on the radio. A rock song from the 90s starts playing.)

Boyfriend: “Woah, did you see that? It was awesome! It was just like a TV show! I should work as a screenwriter.”

Me: “An idiot.”

Boyfriend: “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.”