Favorite conversations, Vol. I.

C: Will you take me out on my birthday?

D: Of course. 

C: Oh, wait. No. It's late this year. 

D: Courtney, it falls on the same day every year. It's your birthday.

C: No, I mean late in the week. It's on a Sunday. 

D: So, we'll celebrate you on Saturday and that will be that.

C: But you'll be in Brigham City?

D: That's only an hour drive from your parents' house. So, like I said, we'll celebrate you on Saturday. And that will be that.
(Something about not just celebrating, but celebrating me.)

Co: Oh, HEY. 

Ca: I haven't seen you around in a while! How've you been?

Co: Well!

Ca: Surviving the semester?

Co: Barely. You? And what's this? (Reaches up to palm his scruffed cheek. And golden dimples.)

Ca: This is me not shaving. 

Co: I'm a fan. 

Ca: I miss you. Why haven't I seen you?

Co: Because you stopped calling. 

D: Please let me buy your Dirty Diet Coke. 

C: Things I never thought you'd say. 

D: Please. 

C: No! 

D: (In a transatlantic, 1940's accent, reminiscent of Humphrey Bogart) I JUST WANT TO BUY MY LADY A DRINK! 

C: (...)

D: I regretted that accent as soon as it happened.

C: I didn't. Like, not even a little bit.

L: I just sent you an email. 

C: Should I go read it?

L: Probably. 

C: (Opens inbox. Sees an email from L. Subject reads ***IMPORTANT***. Opens email. Email is this.) 

D: I'm like Mr. Rogers. 

C: Okay. 

D: If I leave the house, I change my clothes. 

C: (Thumbing through closet) Have you seen how many plaid shirts you own? Just wondering. 

D: (Still on a Mr. Rogers kick) I mean, I can't leave the house wearing this--THIS IS MY LOUNGE HOODIE.

C: Let's count them (Starts counting. Three minutes pass.)

D: Did you give up?

C: Not exactly...

D: Did you get lost in the proper way to classify a plaid shirt? 

C: (Nods Head) SO MUCH GINGHAM, TOO. 

D: I know. It can be hard. 

Nov. 8, 2013 6:16 PM

D: Yo, what are you doing tonight?

Nov. 8, 2013 6:36 PM

D: Too slow. Now I've changed into my lazy clothes and I'm done for the night. 

Nov. 8, 2013 7:14 PM

C: You changed into lazy clothes at 6:30. This is why we are friends. 

D: (Brings food to booth)

C: You ordered an ice cream cone. 

D: Yeah, so?

C: Nothing, it's adorable?

D: My diet consists of Pop Tarts in the morning, grape soda for lunch, and pizza for dinner. 

C: Tell me: what's it like to be a thirteen year old boy? 

D: It's delicious. 

(At a reading centered around the love letters exchanged between Georgia O'Keefe and Alfred Stieglitz given by one of my favorite professors, Dr. Jennifer Sinor.) 

Dr. Sinor: I believe in the power of letters. I don't think people fall in love with each other through text messages. But with letters, that's how you fall in love. 

D: (In a whisper) Is that why you love You've Got Mail so much?

C: How did you remember that?

D: We watched it that time it was your turn to pick the movie.

C: (Pause, shocked by attention to detail.)

D: Love Letters.

C: Sometimes I wonder what the world would be like if we all ditched our cars and rode horses. 

D: It would be cold...

C: Wow, that was really groundbreaking information.

D: You couldn't make out in the back of your horse, so there's the real problem. 

C: Who does that, anyway?

D: I like making out in the back of the car...

C: That's tacky. And high school. 

D: I've done it since high school. 

C: That's because you're kind of ghetto.

D: My seats lie flat, though. 

C: Oooo... keep going, you're reeling me in.

D: I'm serious. It's sort of like you're on a couch.

C: But really, you're just on the floor of a car.

D: You don't think it's romantic?

C: No. Like, why wouldn't you just go to your house and do that?

D: What if you can't get to your house?

C: Then I guess there's no kissing until you can get there. 

D: THAT IS TERRIBLE LOGIC! 

C: Have I ever told you that you look like Jude Law?

D: No, but I am extremely flattered by that. Thank you. 

C: You're welcome. 

D: He's got a better nose than me. 

C: Your nose is fine. 

D: He's got more hair than I do. 

C: Your hair is fine.

D: It could be better. 

C: Well, you're 29 now, pal. 

D: That was hurtful.

C: But also the truth...