Dorian and I discuss if I'm "cute."
"You are cute."
"I am not cute."
"You are cuter than a baby's buttocks."
"See, you say these things, yet I still have sex with you."
(My tactic does not work, and he continues teasing me.) "Do a mean face."
"Make a mean face."
(I mean mug him. He giggles.)
"D'awww...that's less intimidating than three kittens in a basket."
On the subject of this blog:
Dorian: "You know, if you keep this up, there's a chance somebody might contact me to be a comedy writer."
Me: "Is that a bad thing?"
Dorian. "No, I would jump at the chance to really disappoint somebody for a lot of money."