Breakfast with a Boy

...well, okay. Breakfast with my Brother would probably be more accurate. But it was so less titillating! So Big D and I met for breakfast. I actually was pretty worried that I'd written down our final destination wrong when I arrived a few minutes late and didn't see him. Then I called to check, and woke him up. I didn't feel so bad after that.

THE FOOD WAS AWESOME. I'm going back sometime to try some of the other things on the menu that caught my attention-- and thinking about them has made me start to drool. mmmm And breakfast with Big D is a little like making a cameo appearance in a walking comic strip. Something funny is always about to happen, or maybe it just did. For example, our food arrived, and his first comment was, "I'd offer you a bite, but... well..."
We'd ordered the same thing.

And he told me all about the latest movies, too. Apparently the new Dark Knight Batman is REALLY DARK, and the rave reviews of the dead actor's acting are NOT hype or good will or anything of the sort. His acting is genuinely disturbing. I commented that Big D must really have loved the movie, then. "Yeaaaahhhh." He also highly suggests Wally as a great date movie. Apparently, the romance aspect is good but not overwhelming, so you can just enjoy the film. And apparently, half of it is silent because robots don't talk. And the movie that's next on his hit list? Kungfoo Kisses. I'm serious. They named a movie that. He feels a need to support any movie that actually allows for an Asian male lead. And this one is supposed to have a blonde American girl and a really hot Chinese girl fighting over Mr. Asian-- so it can't be ALL bad. All of which he told me BEFORE disclosing the name of the actual movie. Because if he'd said the name first, I'd have been laughing too hard to hear him say anything else about it.

Seriously. Kung Foo Kisses. WTF?!

So breakfast was good. Big D also clarified for me that (in boy world, which I don't even PRETEND to understand) if he picks you up, and it's one-on-one, and you're both single and interested in each other's gender-- it's a date. He's also responsible for yet another great dating question: "When will it be my turn to talk?" Thank you, D. I knew I could count on you.

(As a side note, I often wonder as I walk away from yet another awesome hour with Big D... Where were the cameras hidden THIS time???)