“You really think you’re God’s gift to women, don’t you?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Look at you. You only wear designer clothes even though you need a salesperson to help you pick them and coordinate them.”

“I like dressing well.”

 “And your hair. You try so hard to make it look naturally messy when I know you’ve purposely styled it that way.”

“Ok. What else?”

“Your constant five o’clock shadow. Really, no one has stubble that is exactly the same length all the time.”

“It makes me look manly.”

“And those glasses. They don’t even have prescription lenses.”

“I like the way they look on me. Anything else?”

“You wax your eyebrows.”

“So do you!”

“But I’m a girl. You’re a guy. Guys aren’t supposed to wax their eyebrows.”

“Is that it?”

“No, I’m also pretty sure that your hands have been manicured. No one has nails that are that perfect and hands that are that smooth.”

“Fine. So if all this bothers you so much, why are you going out with me?”

“Because you look so good.”