>>Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: If we are eating out in public and there is sauce available, I *will* embarrass you with my sauce consumption. I fucking LOVE sauce. Hot sauce, ketchup, BBQ, ranch, tartar, ALL THE SAUCE.
>>If you live in my building I will immediately learn your dog’s name but I cannot be counted on to remember yours (but don’t worry, I’m not shy and will ask you several times).
>>All prior plans are off if we encounter a rope swing. Rope swings turn me instantly into a wild 10 year old.