Flashback, four years ago almost to the day.
The setting: some miscellaneous theme restaurant. The following dialogue exchange is as true as I remember it.
Nicholas: (On a roll) That's why I stopped eating cake.
Girl: (Dying of laughter, can't even eat)
Nicholas: (Tries to keep it going)...blah, blah, blah, blah. Just like mustaches. There's nothing creepier than a mustache, I mean, a mustache just screams stalker, serial killer. You know, like, I see mustache, I think child-abuser or rapist. I hate those freakin things.
Girl: My father has a mustache.
Nicholas: Oh...um...I think...uh...
Girl: I love my dad.
Nicholas: Um...yeah, well I mean, I was just kidding.
Girl: Oh yeah?
Nicholas: Yeah. I'm uh...um...
Girl: It's okay.
Anyway, my entertainment site, along with the companion film and music review sites are up, and hopefully, by tomorrow, they will contain reviews.
I really was kidding with her. She knew that. Right?
Never seen her again.