...to sleep.

Am I an idealist? Too sensitive?
Yes and absolutely.

Long story short, Ryan and I got into our first argument, or rather, our first sincere clash of opinions last night. It was well overdo, I mean, it had been almost two months without disagreement, something was bound to give. He racks up major points for communicating well with me. But even in the midst of all that communicating last night, then his drunk roommate coming home and talking about Lou Diamond Phillips, we never really resolved anything. But at least the issue was out there on the table, and that's more than I can say for most, literally and figuratively speaking.

I thought maybe if we just moved on to talking about something else, the issue would resolve itself. He thought the same thing too, and he gladly obliged to top my story of telling him something personal I was proud of, with giving me way too much information about the hottest girl he's ever seen...

That girl wasn't me.
So last night I nearly cried myself to sleep. 

LIZ SWEETLY: So what would you do?
JOE DARKLY: You already know the answer to that.
AK 47: (Nods in agreement with JOE DARKLY's statement.)