On first steps out of bachelorhood

  • John: You’ll never guess what I’m doing.
  • Me: What?
  • John: I’m cook­ing. I went down to the mar­ket and bought two salmon fil­lets. And now I’m cook­ing them in the oven with olive oil and salt.
  • Me: Oooh, what are your sides?
  • John: Sides?
  • Me: Side dishes. What are you eat­ing with it?
  • John: Popcorn.

On having a Parisian accent and getting away with saying anything

  • Frédéric: Look, Akio1, at Jeff’s penis.
  • Frédéric (tap­ping on the lens of my cam­era): It’s hard, see?
  • Frédéric: Not like yours.
Akio passes out

After an after­noon of par­ty­ing, Akio doesn’t have enough energy to eat dinner.

  1. His 4-year-old son. []

On adopting a second cat

  • Me: I’ll prob­a­bly get another cat when I get back. Not before January though.
  • John: NOO.
  • Me: Why not?
  • John: Cause then you’ll be a crazy cat person.
  • Me: Three would be bor­der­line for a sin­gle per­son, four would be def­i­nite. But I’ll only have two anyway.
  • John: Why do you want another?
  • Me: It’s not like I have any­one in my life right now. Cats fill that void. They make good company.
  • Me: Okay, maybe I’m already a crazy cat person.
  • John: I’m glad you’ve started lis­ten­ing to your­self when you talk.

On being single for four years (or two days)

  • John: What are you up to tonight?
  • Me: Some mas­tur­bat­ing, some cry­ing, maybe both at the same time.
  • John: That’s a page out of last night’s play­book for me.

On Being 5'4" and Weighing 115 lbs

  • Her: Does it bother you that I’m taller?
  • Me: Hah. No.
  • Me: I never under­stood why a guy would feel that way.
  • Her: Good good.
  • Me: Usually it both­ers girls that I’m shorter.
  • Her: I don’t care at all.
  • Her: Do you care that I prob­a­bly weigh more than you as well?
  • Me: Hahahahh, every­one weighs more than me.
  • Me: Trust me.
  • Her: Hahah, I’m just saying!!!
  • Me: I’m super light.
  • Me: Why, does it nor­mally bother other guys if you’re heavier?
  • Her: Yeah for sure, I mean I don’t care one way or another…its their prob­lem not mine, they’re the ones miss­ing out.
  • Me: Well if I only dated girls who were lighter than me, I couldn’t date any­one older than 14.

On Touch-Typing vs. Second Base

  • Me, hear­ing John typ­ing over the phone: You’re quite the touch-typist now. I remem­ber when you were a two-finger typist.
  • John: I still am. And I have to look at the key­board. I guess I could type with­out look­ing but I never try.
  • Me: Think of it as a vagina. Do you have to look at a vagina when you’re fin­ger­ing it?
  • John: The vagina only has one button.

On Being Tested For Syphilis

  • Doctor, with swab in hand: If you’re going to faint, faint back­wards, not on me. I had a 250 pound foot­ball player almost kill me once.
  • Me, hold­ing down my pants: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

On Trying Earwax-Flavoured Jelly Belly Jelly Beans

  • Amy: Gross! How would you even know what ear­wax tastes like?
  • Me: Haven’t you ever French kissed someone’s ear?
  • Amy, with a look of dis­gust on her face: No.
  • Brain: Hmmmmmmmm. Uh oh?

It's shameless, the way we flirt

Bronwen finally get­ting a cell phone (with an unlim­ited text mes­sag­ing plan) has been the source of much amusement.


  • Bronwen: Aww, I think I’ve been really depressed lately, I’ve been find­ing it hard to find a rea­son to get up lately, try­ing to pull myseld out of it
  • Me: Awww. Too bad you’re ditch­ing me this week­end or we could hang out.
  • Bronwen: Oh please, my mom, dad and grandma (pos­si­bly aunt) would be very annoyed with me if I had ditched all of them, I had plans to go home first!!!
  • Me: It was a joke you bitch
  • Bronwen: Jeeeeeze, not a morn­ing person…mine was a joke as well crazy
  • Me: You’re not a per­son person.
  • Me: You will turn into a crazy cat lady who tries to trap me into hav­ing a baby so I’ll have to send you alimony cheques.
  • Me: I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU. YOURE NOT GETTING MY SPERM.
  • Me: Are you cry­ing in the mid­dle of class now?