I haven't written much about boys or dating lately, mostly because I haven't been dating & don't wanna. I'm trying to keep my eyes on the ultimate prize by envisioning what it would actually be like to date a ninja.
Scene: Outside a fancy restaurant where they serve seventeen kinds of cheesy bread on really pretty plates. Said restaurant does not exist and there is only one kind of cheesy bread which is bread with cheese on it, but this is my dream world.
Me: Kick the door open.
Ninja: Not again, I'll just open it for you.
Me: I can open the door myself. Kick it in, it's just a push door, you won't hurt it. You are a ninja. Ninjas are awesome. Be awesome.
Ninja: I'm not that kind of ninja.
Me: I'm not going in until you do.
Ninja: That's not what ninjas do. We have great power under greater control. Being a ninja is a defensive not an offensive position. In my youth I used my powers for evil but now I am in harmony with my true ninja nature.
Me: You disappoint me.