(My fiancé picks me up from work and we do some shopping before returning home. He puts the shopping away while I get changed out of my work clothes. He’s dressed all in black and looks rather sharply dressed, whereas I’m a tomboy who just throws on whatever I find that’s clean. I have no sense of style whatsoever.)
Fiancé: “So, what do you think of my outfit? Does it look okay?
Me: “Uhm…” *floundering for words*
Fiancé: “Does it make me look like a pretentious yuppie?”
Me: “Uh… I was thinking more ‘theatre major.’”
Fiancé: “A what?”
Me: “Theatre major. You know… all black, skin tight clothing, one step short of a mime—”
Fiancé: “D*** it, woman. I was going for ‘evil,’ but not THAT evil!”