It's like, I can't concentrate on anything.
He thinks I'm a bad driver, because I ...well, I do come off as a bad driver when he's in the car with me.
I can't listen to any one talk about anything without waiting for the opportunity to bring him into the conversation.
I think he's so funny and smart and dashing and suave and goofy and sweet and kind and mannerly and awesome and a model of a man.