Seattle born-and-bred. [He gestures towards himself.] Woo, Go Seahawks! I promise, that'll be the last thing I say about football unless you really wanna torture yourself and ask me questions about it, but I have learned enough to keep most of that to myself.

[He drums his fingers on the table, considering her for a few seconds.]

I once got a peanut lodged in my nostril and couldn't get it out for like, two hours. I thought I was going to have to go to the ER, but I finally got it to shoot out like a rocket after many attempts at plugging the other nostril and blowing as hard as I could. I blew a blood vessel in my eye, too. [A pause.] That's the sort of stuff women wanna hear about, right?