Dream girl Emma visited me this weekend. I'll pause so that you can read the link.
Done yet?
We waxed about our school days, and we discussed my temper, which was vastly worse then than now. Emma is so unfailingly gracious and kind, this conversation about my dickishness made me squirm, which she exacerbated by being gracious and kind about it. "I never saw you lose it at someone who didn't deserve it. That's what I was telling my husband about you last night. He....say, have you ever met my husband?"
"Once, a long time ago. I remember an impossibly gorgeous, gentle man."
She chuckled. "Yeah. Anyway, that's what I said about you."
"That I'm an impossibly gorgeous, gentle man?"
"It's like you were there, John."