Cute, but watch out in the boob area

Confession time: the title of this post is what my browser wanted to put in.  Firefox, wtf?!  Apparently I wrote that at some point in time, but I have no fucking clue when or why.  Must've been drunk. 

Moving on: How to impress your date, volume 1
Around our forth or fifth date (or as I like to call them, "hang out sessions"  Dating's such a WORD), Teh Geek turned to me and asked out of the blue, "Have you ever heard of Asperger Syndrome?"

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(note: I'd worked at a camp for special-needs kids one summer to help pay for general fuckery school.  Yes, very familiar with Asperger's)

Me:  ....why....?
Him: Well, don't be offended or anything, but I was a psych major, and you may want to see someone, like a specialist.
Me: Wait, you think *I* have Asperger's?
Geek: Don't get all riled up!  I just meant that sometimes you're, well, uh, you know what, forget I said anything.


Aaaand I proceeded to guilt trip him over it for the rest of the night.  And bring it up whenever suits my needs, because hey, I'm female.  I'm pretty sure it's physically impossible for anyone of my gender to actually let things go, especially when it comes to someone ELSE fucking up.


Yep, that's pretty much how it went down, more or less.  Then again, that was a few years ago and my brain's pretty fuzzy and honestly, most shit is an exaggeration on here but YOU GET THE IDEA .

BTW- I married this man.  Who thinks I have mild autism.  Holla!