Monday evening Rob and I were sitting in a bar in Manhattan with Jared (Rob’s best friend) and his friend Jesse (who is one of those people I liked immensely within three seconds of meeting). I sneezed, and everyone said “bless you”, except Rob.
“I never say it on the first sneeze,” he explained, as I sneezed again.
“There’s always…” he paused as I sneezed a third time.
“…another one or two.”
He grinned at me and I grinned back.
“Dude,” said Jesse. “that’s love.”
Rob turned to me and said, “Bless you.”
Then Jared and Rob did kareoke.