“Do you want to go to Disneyland?”
he asked inbetween reading a guidebook on Tokyo. Sitting on the floor at 3.30 am waiting to the famous Tsukiji market, my bored face lit up and with eyes wide opened, I nodded excitedly.
“Since you always say you want to go…”
“Do you want me to go with you or do you want to go alone?”
I gave him this face:
“What?” he asked cluelessly, almost defensive
“I’m so going to blog this!”
It’s a line I used to remind him whether what he said is widely acceptable. He only seems to get it when his romantic reputation is at stake…