I’m bending over backwards here to — uh — shit, Robert, I don’t even know. I’m trying to respect your ‘go slow’ instead of just shoving you into a chair and kissing you senseless.
“But you’re acting as if this will never happen within our lifetimes. This is why I said what I did. Plus, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t go years at a time without having sex. Just so you know.”
“I’m sorry, were we exclusively dating? Dating at all? I didn’t … you know, it would be nice if maybe you actually, I don’t know, asked me out. I’m assuming a lot of things here because you’ve been really hard to reach.”
“I’m an actor. That’s how it goes. Also, it’s not my problem I don’t have a cell number for you. Or even a house number. That would make contacting you that much easier. Also, yes; let it be known that I do consider us to be dating. I thought you already knew.”
“You were texting me while you were in Miami months ago, don’t give me that. And you still have never actually asked me out.”