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Dallin and I went to dinner last night, because I work Valentine's night.

While I shoveled in some steak and baked potato, I glanced up at D.

He was dead staring at me.

This conversation followed:

 Me: What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?

D: Nope (smiling)

Me: Then what is it?

D:You are gonna be a cute old lady...

Um. Should I be concerned?

Do I dress like an elderly woman?

Or was it when I suggested we hit the pre-dinner specials before six?