We should go out and do something, but not sure what.
How about Hard Rock?
The Hard Rock… Casino? *confused* What for?.
You said you always wanted to go.
No I didn’t. I never said I wanted to go to the Hard Rock.
You did! You said you wanted to go to the casino.
Casino?! That wasn’t me. Maybe you’re thinking of a conversation with some other woman. *smile*
I wouldn’t have said that — I’m not into gambling.
Exactly! That’s why I remember it — because it was an odd thing for you to say.
Your memory is off. I never said I want to go to a casino.
Hold on a minute. Not even an hour ago, I mentioned something from a conversation we had three years ago — a tiny, insignificant detail (from three years ago!) — because I have a spectacular memory.
You don’t — you forget stuff we talk about all the time.
It’s okay… you don’t need to have a good memory because I do. We balance each other out that way — I make up for your forgetfulness by remembering everything. *smile*
Everything? *laugh* Your memory isn’t perfect.
You’re right. It’s not perfect… it’s better than perfect.
I remember things in our relationship that didn’t even happen…