dinner conversations. Sunday night, spaghetti dinner, watching E!:
mel: Yeah, Tommy totally wants to sleep with you, Trish.
me: [in the midst of shoving noodles in face] Whaaat? I thought he wanted to sleep with Missy?
mel: No, it's you. And this is his reason: 'coz you're Filipino!
me: Right, and I'm dirty. [laughter all around]

... Frankly, I'm a little disturbed by this. Does he have a scorecard somewhere? Polish, check. Irish, check. Filipino, hmm...