Bear Porridge, a complement.

The following is from a conversation last night with my friend Will.

Here’s the Setup: It’s about 4 am Wednesday night. Will and I are eating soup in my dining room.

Will: “Well, (Shamanabelle) was my first girlfriend, and she wasn’t much fun. She was a crazy Christian who wouldn’t let me kiss her and it sucked. So here I am with my first girlfriend and we can’t make out ever. Then I dated (Shmacy) and she was a make out freak. She wanted it all the time and I didn’t really. That’s why I was so excited when I met you. You were a totally cool Christian chick and…

Me: “And what? Easy? Gee, thanks Will.”

Will: “Not ‘easy’. I would say you were “just right”. Like the porridge in the three bears story. You were the perfect porridge.”

Me (Laughing): “Wow, Will I don’t think I’ve ever been compared to breakfast before…I don’t know what to say.”

Will: “Hey, It’s a complement! We’re talking bear porridge here. Bear porridge isn’t your run-of-the-mill porridge. I mean, I bet you make pretty good porridge, but it’s probably nothing like bear porridge. “

Me (Laughing harder): “Well, that’s just great will.”

Will: “And! It comes in a bear bowl! You can’t just find Bear bowls anywhere, they’re special! Do you know how big a bear bowl is?! It’s a lot....... (Silence)........ But I’m not calling you fat or anything!!”

Me (Laughing even harder):“Just stop.”