I don't typically think of myself as an airhead. I'm really not an airhead. However, there are always those moments that smack you in the face and you realize, "I'm kind of an airhead right now."
Earlier this week, the BF and I grabbed a happy hour special at a local bar. We know both bartenders, were chatting it up with them and then somehow we started talking about something else. I think it had something to do with romance and chivalry and how it's dead and how he's neither of those things.
Anyway, the BF is saying something about how "romantic" he actually is toward me or was in previous relationships.... Well, I decided to cut him off because I can't stand listening to his rubbish anymore.
Me: "Ok Bosanova," thinking I sound so intelligent, "you can stop talking because it's not even close to being true."
BF: Bursts into laughter. "Bosanova? Really, Bosanova? It's actually Casanova, babe."
Right thinking, wrong wording.
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