Last week was our anniversary, so we decided to eat out to celebrate. Dave is awesome and took me to Texas Road House, my favorite restaurant. He even waited for a seat for about 45 minutes! (If that's not love, I don't know what is).
So, we order our usuals, me, meduim rare steak, Dave, medium well steak.
The food comes and I'm not kidding when I tell you that this was the best steak I have ever had. EVER. As we're eating, Dave is just looking over at my plate like he is going to vommit.
You see, Dave can't stand rare meat. Everytime I order it he just stares at it like it's going to attack him or something. ;)
So, as I'm going on and on about how good my meal was Dave, with a disturbed look on his face says:
"You would be just fine walking up to a cow and biting right into it."
Me: "Is there a problem with that?"
Dave: "No, not if you're a vampire." (with a look of pure seriousness mind you).
We just looked at eachother and busted up laughing.
So, I guess I'm a vampire. Who's with me?!