(Scene: Brooke and Army Boy, in their newly-painted, Mad Men-esque bedroom. They’ve just come from a movie date [despite Brooke’s initial misgivings after her experience last week] and are still lounging on the bed, quoting lines back to each other like big nerds.)
(Suddenly, Army Boy quirks an eyebrow in “that way” and moves in for a kiss. Brooke, oblivious, misses the cue and continues chattering on.)
Army Boy: (in a “that way” tone) Ooo, you’re warm… (suggestively plays with the hem of her tee [I KNOW, SEXY RITE?!])
Brooke: (confused) I am? OH. (changes tone) I Ammmmm.
(She is completely unconvincing and they both end up laughing again.)
(End scene.)
Txting Mr Darcy 
Awwwww.
And stuff.
Sounds normal to me.
Oh and you’d be very proud of me – my sister and I went to see “Eclipse” the other night, during which two women talked loudly and INCESSANTLY. When our glares didn’t work I finally shouted “come ON, ladies!” and they shut up for the rest of the movie. It was strangely satisfying.
Rock ON!! Both at the man oogling and the verbal bitch-slapping. I’m going to start smuggling booze or tranquilizers to the theater. That will guarantee a good time for all.
SO funny! 🙂