The Romantic Happy Birthday Weekend Converstaion
A: Happy Birthday, darling!
B: Oh, you remembered my birthday!
A: Of course, honey-bunny. How could I forget our special day?
B: And, tell me, do you remember our first meeting?
A: Of course, my chicken dumpling. It was a rain-soaked day. I ran for shellter at that bus stop outside the library on Dublin Street. You helped save me with your umbrella - an angel in a blue raincoat.
B: You were a mess.
A: Yes, my sweet apple pie, I surely was. You know, you are more lovely now than ever. I love you.
B: And I love you, my dear.
A: Let’s go away for the weekend, sweet pea. Just the two of us.
B: How could we, possibly?
A: Well, my little alligator, I just happen to have tickets here for the overnight sleeper train to Tohoku. I’ve made reservations at a very private hideaway.
B: But, why so far from Tokyo?
A: My angel food cake! It’s perfect for us. The colors are beautiful this time of year. I’m due some time off at the office.
You are having hot flashes. This will be perfect for us. Besides, cupcake, this will be the last weekend for golf!
B: Oh, you awful beast! You only want to golf!
A: But, my sweet babboo, you can golf with me! We will be together in peace and privacy, hacking our way through the rough, putting together on the green, slogging through the traps, luxuriating in the ecstacy of a hole-in-one. It’s almost sexual, isn’t it?
B: You care more for your damned clubs than for me!
A: Not at all, my little pumpkin tart. My clubs are far down on my list of important things. Second, maybe third….Third.
B: I hate you. I’m leaving and going back to mother!
A: But, how, my chocolate truffle? She died five years ago!
B: How can you say that? You promised never to speak like that about mother.
A: I’m so sorry, niblet. Let’s forget this nonsense and make this weekend a special time just for us.
B: I love to hear you talk like that. Many have loved before us, but please tell me more!
A: Yes, my sparkling dentine. This weekend our love will sweep all before us. In cities and forests, single people will cry in sorrow and despair at the sight of us.
B: I’ll pack right away.
A: Not to worry. I’ve already done your packing for you, my little golden Ookpik.
B: Oh, please wait, my darling. I have to get my Blockbuster video card from my dresser table first.
A: So that’s where your passion lies, my cunning lovely!
B: But darling, what is a weekend alone without video?
A: Do you mean …?
A: But, could you ever … ?
A: If we … ?
A: I love you, my little spotted salamander, my president for life, my queen bee.
B: And I love you. Let’s never speak like this again.