Last night, I watched the highly anticipated season premiere of Grey's Anatomy.
Wonderful. Awesome. Emotional.
Yes, I know, it's just a television show. But it was really moving!
After it ended, I made my way upstairs, where Mike was getting ready for bed.
Mike: How was McDreamy?
Mike: Are you crying?
Me: Maybe a little bit. It was really good.
He went on to ask me about the episode (I think he was trying to gain brownie points with me or something - cause really, what does he really care about the show?).
Suddenly, he said something that I am sure he spent the entire evening thinking about:
The way you feel about McDreamy, that must be the way my female co-workers feel about me. I'm like the Big Mac they'll never get to eat. Cause I'm *your* Big Mac.
I rolled over and went to sleep. There's just no response to that. None whatsoever.