The end. Thxkbye.
You...hmmm...first off, I'm too old for you. You'd end up cheating on me with the teeny boppin' blonde streakin' hollywood look-a-likes you're so fond of. Chances are, you probably won't securely lock another one of those down. You project a confidence that you're aiming to attain which would be a goal I would admire. Our interests would likely climax at our daughters. "Mine's cuter, no mine is, no way, mine is" kinda thing.
Cynically, I would dominate you with every word....which, in time would create a growing resentment and jealousy in you.
You'd spend your days trying to convince me to look at it and touch it and see how big it is all the while I'd have more interest in the latest collection of Emeril pans on the QVC channel. (which clearly, i'd never buy because i'd never use)