Friend: I just want to go to a romantic restaurant like this, but with a guy. Is that at all possible? I’m sick of going out on dates with my girlfriends.
Me: Aww, you don’t like dates with me? We have so much fun.
Friend: I want to have sex. Do you understand? I want to go home to a guy and have him put his arms around me while we go to sleep. I want to feel a warm body next to me.
Me: Eww, I get really hot easily. I need my space in bed.
Friend: That’s so like you.
Me: OmiGod, we don’t change. Remember in college? God, that was ten years ago. You would go to sleep with your Cal sweatshirt and your matching Cal sweatpants. And I’d watch you get into bed with your thick down comforter. And I’d say, “How do you do that? Aren’t you hot?”
Friend: And I remember you would run around in your boxers and your tank top, and I’d say, “You’re crazy. Aren’t you cold?”