Had a little convo with the theater god after he got home and read yesterday's post.
TG: "You left out the best part."
Me: "I did?" Not the shoe thing again.
TG: "Yeah. You know."
Me: I do? Please, not the shoes....
TG: *meaningful look*
Me: *gulp* "Oh, yeah. I was trying to block that from my mind. Because it wasn't my fault!"
TG: "Yes, it was."
Me: "Okay. Maybe. But it wasn't significant."
TG: "Like hell! It's significant that I ever asked you out again after that."
Me: "Oh, for Pete's sake. So I melted a little. Most guys like it if they can make their girlfriends melt."
TG: "You didn't melt. Your shoes melted. All over my chrome exhaust system."
Me: "Well, how was I supposed to know it was too hot to rest my heels on?"
TG: "It was an exhaust system!"
Me: *stares blankly*
TG: "Admit it. You only did it because I didn't bring toilet paper."
Me: "I am not that petty!" Heh-heh-heh.
TG: "I just think it's important to note I did not yell when I saw what you'd done, even though my pristine chrome was ruined. "
Me: "Hey, I didn't yell when I saw how your stupid motorcycle ruined my shoes, either."
TG: "And that's why we were meant for each other."
Additional things I learned on that camping trip:
1. Motorcycle exhaust systems get hot enough to melt the rubber soles of shoes.
2. When your feet keep sliding around, your soles might be melting.
3. You should probably keep your feet on the handy-dandy little flip-out pegs that are meant for, yannoh, your feet.
4. A guy who doesn't yell when you maim his precious motorcycle is probably a keeper.