“Do you ever think about marrying me?” she asked wide-eyed.
“Interesting pillow talk,” he thought to himself.
“Of course I do. I’m just waiting for the right-”
“Time?” she said with too much enthusiasm.
“Um…I was actually going to say health insurance.” He tried not to crack a smile.
She jumped up. “What?!?!”
He chuckled and she cracked a smile.
“What’s sad is that I know you’re only half kidding.”
“True.” He reached over and stuck his thumbs into her armpits before she could react and had her giggling in no time. “God knows I wouldn’t marry you for your money. You work at Borders!”
Between giggles she tried to defend herself both against the tickles and his teasing.
“Shut up! Yours isn’t much better – and at least-” giggles “Mine is-” laughing harder “full-time!” She started squealing as he switched it up and started squeezing her ribs a bit, tickling the old ivories.
“Let’s face it,” he continued. “Right now your health insurance isn’t so great. I’m looking for a girl with seriously awesome insurance. So you know, when I get sick, it’s easier. Cheaper. Five dollar co-pay.”
She jumped up and pushed his arms away. Now it was her turn as she somehow got her hands onto his belly, his weak spot. His laughter was uncontrolled as he fell to the ground.
“How about now? What do you have to say now?” she said, laughing as hard as she was when roles were reversed.
He tried but couldn’t get the words out. Finally she let up but kept her hands on his belly.
“Well? What do you have to say?” He grinned and she poised for another attack.
“Dental. And vision.”
So she attacked.