I am a post-coital idiot

frangry:

hugehuge:

Recumbent 3 a.m. conversation a few days ago:

She [sincerely and without warning]: I’m attracted to everything about you. Even the Darth Vader sword hanging on your wall.

Me [thinking]: Oh my god, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a very long time.

Me [out loud]: Correction: it’s a lightsaber.

I wish I could be a smart aleck and point out that it should be “light sabre” (two words, older spelling), but I checked and “lightsaber” is the canonical style. Will make a note of it, though the hyphen in the titular “post-coital” is unnecessary.