365 days to love
I would prefer to talk to June until her short attention span remembers my bald head.
"How many classes a month?" I asked June.
"Maybe fifteen to thirty," she said.
"That's almost every day," I pointed out.
"He really has no romantic bone and I think he needs as much rebranding as he can get," June said. I couldn't even tell if she was being serious or just saying, but she did look really serious. After a while of talking about her husband and his inability to be romantic, she went back to asking if I was a monk.