He said, “I’ll give you fifty dollars to pretend you love me.” I said, “Okay, you’ve got one hour.” I wrapped my arms around him and said, “I love you.” He said, “Elaborate on that.” So I baked him a cherry walnut tart and sprinkled powdered sugar onto it. He said, “Be more realistic.” So I didn’t eat my portion and looked longingly into his eyes. I initiated a game of footsie that apparently made JR think our relationship was getting too complicated.
