The Beautiful Moon

With reference to the lunar calendar, she mentioned to me that on the 15th, the moon would shine beautifully.

I thought about it for a while, and smiled. Then I laughed and looked away.

She looked at me, curious, and asked, “what?” knowing that I had just thought a thought that she probably would like to know.

I already knew that I was going to tell her, but what fun was there in telling it to her straight away? So I played coy, and said, “nothing!” while grinning all this time.

After some cajoling (and threats), she finally managed to persuade me to dispense with the secrecy.

“You know,” I said, “when you said how beautiful the moon was going to be on the 15th, the first thought that came to my mind was to ask, ‘as beautiful as you?'”

I paused rhetorically for a second or two, scanning quickly over her from top to bottom, and then continued, “but then I took a second look at you, and realised that… maybe I better not.”

She was, to put it mildly, a tad upset.