A scene from the theatrical dramatization of my life:
(Melanie returns home early from Mexico. She enters the living room, luggage in hand. Reuben is sitting in front of the computer listening to music. He doesn’t hear her enter.)
Mel: Oh My Gosh! What are you listening to? Is this that Paris Hilton song from like 4 years ago?
(Reuben spins around, surprised to find Melanie home so early. They stare at each other, neither knowing what to say in this situation. Awkward silence.)
Reuben: Just love me for who I am.
(Awkward staring continues)
Melanie: (suspicious & confused) Why aren’t you wearing pants?