At Ojo, our waiter's name was Rafael. I mentioned to Jason that I always liked that name but this particular Rafael didn't fit the Rafael I had pictured in my brain.....so of course Jason asked...and our conversation went a little like this:
Me: Well, he's tall, has longish dark wavy hair, piercing black eyes, chiseled features, muscular torso. He's not wearing a shirt and the top button is undone on his jeans.
Jason: Hmmm, you put a lot of thought into this.
Me: Well, I would never marry him honey....he's not as smart as you!
Jason: Is that why his top button is undone? He can't figure out how to button it?
Me: And he'd never make me laugh like you can either.