Drew: “What are you doing?”
Me: “I’m making cookie dough for Casey, as a surprise.”
Drew: “Why didn’t I just marry you, when I had the chance?”
Me: “What chance? When we met, I was 13 and you were 21, you fucking pervert. What…were you going to swing by my middle school after a hard day at the college of medicine and pick me up in your windowless van?”
Drew: “I’m torn between feeling incredible disgust with myself for being a potential pedophile, and disgust with you, for thinking that I’d ever drive a fucking van.”