Having a chat with my housemate, Peter Pan, can be both hilarious and exasperating. Mainly due to the fact that it’s like talking to a 15 year old in a 31 year old’s body and mainly because he might just be one of the most shallow people I’ve ever come across.
The other night he was talking about how he might have a “few” dates lined up this weekend. He was trying to remember their names and The Scot and I were asking him questions about each one.
Peter Pan: And then there’s Ellie...
The Scot: And what’s she like?
Peter Pan: Well she’s kind of small and petite...
The Scot: No but what’s her personality like?
Peter Pan: Well she has kind of rock chick look.
Cue hysterics from me.
Peter Pan: Why are you laughing?
Me: Well it’s just that The Scot just asked you what her personality is like and you just said she has a rock chick look!
Peter Pan: Well yeah, you know, like a rock chick!
Me: Right. You do know that’s not really describing a personality trait though?
Peter Pan: Erm...