May I Cook Dinner?

She looked lovingly into his eyes and smiled at him saying, “I can see my reflection in your eyes Darling… oh, you’re right… I am ugly.” “That doesn’t matter to me,” he says. “A lot of people are.” She hugs him tightly and sweetly whispers into his ear, “You’re right, Darling. You know, I loathe being ugly. With a vengeance, in fact.” He quips, “Look, don’t worry that you’re not good looking and attractive like a normal person. I kinda look at you as almost a person anyway. And besides, they say opposites attract and that’s why you ended up with me. It’s part of God’s plan for you to be ugly. And hopefully our kids will be good looking because, honestly, one ugly person in this house is enough.” He nibbles on her ear and she giggles and laughs, “I’ll never forget the day you granted me permission to be your girlfriend. And now you mention children. Do you think we’ll ever get married, Darling?” “Only if I grant you permission my Darling”, he replies. “And speaking of permission, you may now cook dinner.”