If it was anyone but Steve, you would be my perfect pretend date. But I have to sell it because knowing him, he's going to pick up one of those girls from that Playboy mansion and they're going to be all over each other. Trust me, I was accidentally a third wheel on one of his dates before. It's a long...embarrassing story...made worse by the fact that I'm the one who orchestrated the date in the first place.
Is your Natasha as big of a mess as I am? Or is it just me? Feel free to lie to me.