I'm Not Touching That One

My parents were in town the other weekend. That Sunday, we went to Castle Hill, a favorite haunt not only my bewitching beau appreciates, but it is a must visit when in our fair town. The fine fellow visits the resort and inn every Sunday during the winter season. He has gone so far as to have a drink he created put on the menu and named for him.
My mother, ever the enthusiast but not the drinker, wanted to try a non-alcoholic version of the drink. The waiter, a friend of the handsome man, came to take our drink orders. My mother asked for a virgin Hansom Man. The waiter, barely able to contain himself, simply replied, "I'm not even going to touch that one."

I'm Gonna Rock Out the Whole Time

I hear "Signs" by the Five Man Electric Band blaring out our study. I waltz in, singing along and take a seat. It is not uncommon for my pulchritudinous partner to play classic rock while on his laptop. He informs me he is searching for car insurance and rocking out to that song. He then informs me, "I'm gonna rock out the whole time."

All About Me

After accepting a moonlighting gig aboard a wealthy associate's ship, Mr. Man was not so hot on the affair. He did not want to go, even thought it involved a mere 2 hours of "work", free booze and $50 in cash. Whilst ferrying him to the sloop, he exclaimed, "I'm going to make this cruise all about me!" I laughed so hard, because he probably did.

No, I don't think that's right.

My love and I were driving to Boston not long ago. En route, we passed a couple of beautiful windmills. It did not appear to be very windy but the turbines were nonetheless turning. He wondered aloud how they worked, muttering something about how they much run off saved energy. I told him thatno, in fact they are powered by the wind and they accumulate energy that goes to power other things. He took in this information, savored it and then replied, "No, I don't think that's right."
I, who used to work for a group of non-profit public interest advocacy groups, many of whom worked and still work specifically on renewable energy, tried to explain further the basic idea of renewable wind energy. He continued to mull it over and said he would have to look into it himself.

Really?

We pull to up our favorite market tonight, to pick up dinner. We frequent this establishment so often that we have been offered a house account. The food is amazing. I highly recommend it if you are ever in the Fifth Ward. As we're exiting the car, the handsome man reads aloud the for-hire sign on the door. We joke about how great it would be to work there. I walk up to our favorite man behind the counter and begin to discuss the particulars of the position. The main selling point, for me anyway, is the family discount given to staff. I fill out an application in full. We purchase a scrumptious dinner and head on our way. On the ride home, after joking some more about how the handsome man would visit and harass me at work, he asks me how I knew they were hiring. My only response was, "Really?" His response was one of confusion, obviously. I reminded him of our entrance into the market not 15 minutes earlier. We laughed the rest of the way home.

Welcome to That's What HE Said!

This is a blog to host and post the wonderful and sometimes eccentric things my boyfriend says. He is smart, witty, warm and devastatingly handsome - and he knows it. He also sometimes lacks the filter between thoughts and voice and produces a wonderful glimpse into the inner workings of his mind. Perhaps it is the comfort he feels with me or perhaps he is certifiable. Either way, too much entertainment comes forth from his mouth to be kept from this great world.