“What the hell does that even mean?”
I thought about it for a second, and then it came to me. “Maybe it means you’re supposed to sow your seeds in the field!”
“How many letters?”
“Four.”
“So…what do you sow in a field?”
“Corn, beans, tomatoes?—”
“That’s way too many letters.”
“And I doubt they actually mean you’re sowing your food,” I added.
“A fishing lure?”
I looked at the crossword again. “What does fishing have to do with sowing?”
“Sowbugs,” he explained. “They’re insects used for fishing lures.”
“So, you’re a fisherman,” I grinned.
“I never said that.”
“Ha! But you knew about a sowbug, which no normal human being would know about.”
“I’m sure normal human beings everywhere know about sowbugs.”
“Not girls.”
“Well, no one ever said girls were normal.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I pretended to be offended. “Now, listen here, mister?—”
“Do you know many lady fishermen?”
“Fisherwomen,” I corrected.
“Whatever.”
“Women can do anything men can do.”
“Really? Tell me all about women’s rights and how women can do everything.”
“Well, we can push babies out of our vaginas,” I grinned.
“Wow, going straight for the disgusting stuff,” he muttered.
“Men can’t do that.”
“Thank God.”
“And we have the ability to bleed once a month like clockwork.”
“Again, not really anything I was referring to.”
He was turning a nice shade of red that matched the blanket draped over my legs. He was too easy.
