Me: I discovered a new skill I have!
Scott: And you're going to tell me about it.
Me: Yes I am. I can guess the ages of any of the women pictured in the wedding part of the Styles section. Within a year! It's uncanny!
Scott: Wow, that's lame.
Me: It would only be lame if I weren't married.
Scott: Because then it would be some kind of spinster exercise.
Me: Anyway, I discovered that the women are kind of hard to read, but the trick is to look at the man in the picture. Unless the guy is like obviously wealthy, the older he looks, the older she probably is.
Scott: Why didn't you just guess the guy's age?
Me: I don't know. But what I'm trying to tell you here is, you're dragging me down.
Scott: I could have told you that.
Me: So as soon as you fall asleep, I'm going to be combing some Just for Men into your hair.
Scott: Go crazy.
Me: You know what I just realized? I'm twice as old as I was when I was eighteen. I'm eighteen times two.
Scott: You're Doubly Legal. And that's my second favorite magazine.