You know that term, Michael takes it a step further... he eats the entire apple. This happened on our last road trip to Chicago and I sat there speechless because in all honesty, I've never seen someone eat the entire apple. But he did. And I was sure it was to show off his spontaneous side (since we hadn't been dating all that long....), so I brought apples on this road trip as well.
Two hours into it, I reveal an apple and we share, as always. First my little bite, then his half-the-apple-horse bite... then I tell him to eat the whole thing. And he does, once again. Securing my belief that he is in fact a little crazy. And that's probably why I like him so much. Crazy guys are good in my book.
P.S. You see that little stem sticking out of his mouth?... no he's not that crazy, he threw that out the window because it tasted like dirt.
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