All About Me

It was their first date, and she’d shown the patience of a saint as he babbled on and on about his hobbies, his pet peeves, his driving techniques, and even the standards he used to choose his barber.

Finally, he came up for air and said, “But enough about me. Let’s talk about you.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

He went on, “What do you think about me?”bout me?”