My boyfriend isn't picky.

Conversation with my boyfriend yesterday evening:

Matt-“Hey Weez!”

Me-“Yes?”

Matt-“I love ya.”

Me-“I love you too.”

Matt-“I’d even love you if you fed me human meat.”

Me-“…”

Matt-“I might even love you more!”

Apparently, there are now no limitations when it comes to my cooking.

*Note: Don’t even ask where the nickname “Weez” came from…it’s a long – and not very politically correct – story.
**Note: We’re not future cannibals. We just really like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

He's a special one.