We were waiting for Burn After Reading to start. [A good movie with one major drawback: George Clooney's weight loss. He was such a pleasingly chubby man who, in my eyes, could have done with stacking on a bit more, and now he's gone all skinny. I'm sure I wasn't the only one disturbed by this.]
Anyway, as we waited I told The Antiquer how much I like New Girl's boyfriend, Man Hands. The Antiquer turned a rather cynical eye on me and said, "Of course you do: he laughs at your jokes."
Well! Rudeness! (and also correctness) I resolved then and there not to laugh at any of The Antiquer's jokes ever again, but he caught me unawares with something hilarious so I had to abandon that plan. Here's my point: I don't hold grudges.
Oh, before I forget, here's my other point: there are many reasons why I like Man Hands. Here's one. New Girl likes to buy stuff, and she's very good at it. She has a tasteful and discerning eye or two. The best part is, I am often the recipient of her largesse and Man Hands does not stint in providing the readies. How could I not like him? How could anyone not like him??
I may not hold grudges but I am oh so shallow.