[ WP ] On a blind date with a woman way out of your league , you find out you just might have a chance when , upon cracking the lamest pun you can think of , she starts laughing .

`` My God, she's perfect,'' I thought to myself. Everything about her was gorgeous. Her olive skin, her one stray hair I have yet to brush behind her ear. That infectious giggle; she was wholly innocent. To hear that laugh again, from now until the rest of my life. But then I realized... 
 
 conversation had stopped. 
 
 I looked at her, she looked at me. Waiting. 
 
 A single sweat drop trickled down my forehead, I might not have noticed. 
 
 In a panic I picked up the first thing I saw. It was a rather thick slice of garlic bread, just a few slices for us both to hold us over until the main course. I stood it upright on the plate and slowly waddled it toward her, and then I popped the question: 
 
 `` Aryanna, what popular television series am I thinking of right now?'' 
 
 She through her head back and released the first hearty laugh I'd heard her make. The sort of laugh that made her raise her hand to her mouth to catch her volume. She giggled through tight lips and tiny exhales through her nose. Once contained, she answered: `` The Walking Bread!'' 
 
 `` My God, she's perfect,'' I thought to myself.
