My girlfriend has just informed me that I am number 66 on her cell phone speed dial list. 66? What the heck! Apparently, in no particular order, I am behind voicemail, her friend that lives in Tennessee, some dude named Matt, housemates she hardly ever sees, and her best friend's boyfriend. Here is a metaphor for the possible future of our relationship:
I want to be a single-digit dial. Otherwise, we could be Splitsville.