I had a totally delicious dinner with two of my male (platonic) friends on Friday night. Over a slammin' short-rib grilled cheese (brown and toasty, with shredded short rib and delectable warm cheese just melting on my tongue), we had the following exchange about a mutual acquaintence:
D: I just think Tim's weird. He's just a weird guy.
Me: Really? I like Tim. I don't think he's weird at all. (Pause.) Do you think I'm weird?
D: (Pause.) Not so much "weird". More like, um, out of the ordinary.
Me: ?
D: In a good way. (Pause.) Like, extraordinary.
I'm still not quite sure if he meant extraordinary, or if he was just trying to recover from calling me "weird" (which, let's face it, is totally possible) but I'm going to take it as a compliment. Life is short and I'll take it where I can get it.
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