BT and I went to paint some pottery last week, and I suppose I should have known it would turn into a showdown since he's ridiculously competitive. If you think I am kidding, here's a short list of things he has challenged me on so far:
- Better hair? (first date)
- SAT scores? (first date)
- Running speed (ongoing)
- Scrabble abilities (yet he won't play scrabulous...typical)
- Chess (he can SO have this one)
- Risk (he's asian, I went to MIT, who will prevail?!)
- FLOWER ARRANGEMENT SKILLZ (no comment)
- Relative levels of gangster-ness. Yo.
The conversation went something like this (remember that this is a date at a pottery painting place):
BT: You are so going to regret suggesting this place when I make your work look like "Baby's First Painting"
Me: Have you recently developed some sort of palsy? I'm not judging, I'm just scrambling for some explanation for your total lack of motor skills.
BT: You are so posting this on your blog and taking a poll as to who has the better piece after we get them back.
Me: I'm so not. Facebook, maybe.
BT: Fine, but you know I won't be able to see the results then.
Me: Gosh, hadn't thought about that.
BT: You have to be honest about the results even if you don't get a single vote.
BT: I will not join facebook just to see the results.
Me: *manical cackle*
We noticed at some point that all of the other couples were working cooperatively on a single, shared piece, which made us feel a little guilty for about 30 seconds, until BT was smart enough to point out that while those shmucks were working together to make cheesy pottery, we were working together to make each other laugh. And isn't that just so special?