She looked at me over dinner and said,“I think we should test our compatibility.”
I smiled and asked,
“Romantically?”
She leaned closer and said,
“Definitely.”
I grinned and asked,
“So what’s the first test?”
She whispered,
“Chemistry.”
I leaned closer and said,
“I think we already passed that one.”
She smiled and asked,
“Second test?”
I said,
“Chemistry again?”
She shook her head and replied,
“Can you assemble IKEA furniture without getting angry?”
I stared at her and said,
“That’s not compatibility… that’s psychological warfare.”
