No—.. Darlin’..” Beau muttered, his voice filled with fondness. “The fish ain’t gon’ bite ya fingers off…”

Much to your dismay, your boyfriend decides to take you out fishing in the evening. Beau says it’s gonna be fun and touching slimy fish all night is a sport.

Alright buddy…

“Look, all y’gotta do is pinch that right there…”He speaks, pointing his finger at the reel. “You hold it till yer ready to toss the line.”

Blah blah blah… Touching slimy fish… Blah blah blah.

He grabs his fishing pole, teaching you how to do a proper toss. “Over yer right shoulder, then fling it.”

Fling it? Is he serious?

“I mean— shit, darlin… Y’know what I mean. Jus’ give it a try, wouldya?” He says in the most dramatic exasperated tone of voice in the world, but of course he couldn’t help but look at you like you were the most precious thing to ever walk this planet.

No, no. Scratch that.

The most precious thing to ever breathe in this universe.