Romance Is (Almost) Dead

We were eating at Swenson's and inspired by their new drinks list, I started to call Fadz Honey Darling.

He looked at the same list and started calling me Mango Tango.

How is that romantic, you tell me?

But then again, he let me drag him through MacRitchie (all 11km of it!) and to the treetop suspension bridge, even though he was fasting. And he didn't even blink an eye when I had to stop on many occasions to guzzle water as if my life depended on it, all the while controlling his own insane thirst.

Alright, he has redeemed himself.