“You want to take me on a date?” “Either that or sleep,” he confesses. “It’s the cat in me. Actually, if you have yarn, I can play with that. Shit. No. Abort. Abort. Abort. Playing with yarn on a date is not what the lady wants, is it? Don’t answer that! I can use my mate-mind-reading capabilities to tell you the answer would be no. Just kidding. I don’t have any mate-mind-reading capabilities.” His body shakes beneath my hands as he practically bounces with excitement.
