Last night after I finished watching all of Fushigi Yugi on YouTube:

Andy: Please tell me you are not seriously crying over a cartoon.
Me: {sniff sniff} It’s not just any cartoon! It’s EPIC.
Andy: …

I finish sniffling, shut down my computer, and get into bed.

Me: You just don’t understand. You’re not a romantic.
Andy: I am too!
Me: Oh yeah? How so?
Andy: I am a tiny insect that bites people and lodges under their skin, and I was born in the capital of Italy.
Me: You’re a Rome ant?
Andy: No, I’m a Roman tick!
Me: …

Andy: Aren’t you going to come hang out with me and Riley?
Me: Yep, in just a minute.

An hour later…

Me: Okay, I’m ready to hang with my boos!
Andy: …
Me: Not “booze” as in alcohol. “Boos” as in more than one boo!

Andy: Okay, this isn’t fun anymore.
Me: [turns around from computer] What?
Andy: I’ve been dancing around the kitchen trying to see how long it would take you notice. It’s been over four minutes.

Me: Do you think it matters if I use your shampoo and body wash for a while?
Andy: No. Well, you’ll smell like a boy.
Me: True, but no one smells me.
Andy: I smell you!
Me: So? I’ll still smell like a nice, clean boy.
Andy: I don’t want to smell a boy in my bed, no matter how nice or clean he is…

Inspired by ThingsMyBoyfriendSays.com, I decided to start recording some of my conversations with Andy. This is from Sunday night.

Me: I KNEW you were going to say that.
Andy: How?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’ve been dating for three and a half years?
Andy: Fine, then what am I going to do RIGHT NOW?
Me: …
Andy: I’m going to snort your arm!

[proceeds to try and snort my arm]

Andy: Can you feel that?
Me: NO! Your nose does not create enough suction for me to feel it on my arm.

[tries harder]

Andy: Can you feel that?
Me: No!
Andy: Really? Because now I’m actually blowing my nose on your arm.