Dan and I have a long standing agreement and it goes like this:
IF we're so pathetic that we can't sucker anyone into marrying us by the time we turn 60, we'll merge our assets and embark upon a marriage of convenience.
I have to promise two things:
1) That I will never ever say that football is a dumb game.
2) If I ever feel like 'talking about the relationship,' I'll go talk about the relationship with one of my girlfriends.
In exchange, on 2/14, I get one of these. :-)