"Hey, if you're going to date me, it's best that you know what you're getting into. This is the future. This is the grim reality of our new romance: constant, non-stop Gar." He stuck his tongue out.
"I dunno, I think I don't mind having it in my head." He stroked his chin, pretending to fantasize about sexual escapades. What he was actually thinking of, to his endless masculine shame, was how nice it would be to go to a movie or a play or dancing or dinner with Rose, doing ridiculously stupid things. Fortunately, he was still masculine enough not to want to go shopping. He clung to that feeling.