I don’t necessarily trust my Alexa to not eavesdrop on me and sell my secrets to advertisers, but I think I just found what I’m gonna be doing for the next few weeks:
It’s been 2 years and I still haven’t met a man I’ve wanted to marry as much as the guy who got so excited when he found out I loved Harry Potter that he spilled red wine all over himself and later interrupted a deep conversation to show me pictures of his cat in a Hawaiian shirt