How'd you become king then?

I had some friends over on Saturday. I cooked and my stipulation for them was to bring booze. These chores are taken quite seriously as I got a call while they were in the store en route to my place. The conversation went as follows:

"If you had a dream drink, what would it be?"

"What are my choices?"

"Do you drink beer?"

"Snobbery, only micro brews...."

"Okay, I gotta go." The phone went dead.

He showed up about 20 minutes later with cheesecake, a large bunch of flowers and specialty beer for each of us. The label on mine read:

'Monty Python's Holy Grail Ale....Tempered over burning witches.'

I have the bottle to prove it. I am keeping it forever simply because of the thought that went into choosing it for me.

It was pretty good considering it's brewing process!

My friends are fantastic!

His quiet observations

"You know what I like?" He contemplated me pretty closely as he spoke, winding his fingers in the curls of my hair. "The vague, underlying wonder of 'is she going to sink her teeth in?' and that turns me on!"

Yeah - I am his Goth, vampire, witchy woman with a deep soul.

He loves it, what can I say?

I just laughed and stated I never break the skin.