Dinner in the Beer Hoff on beach road and the “Pavarotti and friends” is showing on the overhead screens. One of the friends is Jon Bon Jovi and she who must be obeyed expresses an opinion that he is gorgeous; and I have to admit that he is not a bad looking guy.
So, what would you do if he walked in now and chatted you up, I asked. Nothing, she said; he could get down on his knees next to me and offer me the world and I would not go with him. Because I love you and don’t want to be with anyone else.
I luxuriated in her romantic sentiments for a full thirty seconds before her next sentence.
I would tell him to wait until you die and then he could have me.
That’s my girl, romance supplemented with a healthy dose of practicality.