He’s one of my life-long best friends. We’re starting a camp-fire on the side of a hill overlooking a small Swiss town, by a beautiful stream, just as the sun sets. He’s arguing with his girlfriend, and the two of them are stupidly in love. Like, stupidly, tragically, medically-worryingly in love.
Him: Did you pack the beer? You didn’t pack the beer, did you.
Her: Shut up and start the fire. I packed the beer.
Him: I bet you didn’t. I bet you didn’t pack the beer.
Her: I did pack the beer. Look - here it is. Here is your beer.
Him: Well, put it in the stream. I can’t drink it warm.
Her: God, you’re such a girl. I love you, but you’re such a girl.
Him: Hey, that’s not fair. If anyone’s a girl in this relationship, it’s Ryan.
I just keep quiet and drink my warm beer. I can’t really argue the point.
