(It’s Friday evening, and my girlfriend is getting ready for an evening out. I’m waiting downstairs, but it takes quite awhile. I call her.)

Me: “How’s things going? Decided on anything yet?”

Girlfriend: “Eh…pick a number.”

Me: “Twelve?”

Girlfriend: “Another?”

Me: “Three?”

Girlfriend: Thank you!”

(A few minutes later she comes down the stairs in red pants and a yellow shirt.)

Me: “Colorful.”

Girlfriend: “Shirt twelve, and pants three.”

Me: “Hey! I’m going out with Supergirl tonight!”