hahaha! You're making me think, Jesse. So maybe when that fella was shoveling the snow off my porch, I mis-translated it as "He really likes me!" (accompanied by happy squealing noise) when what he was really saying was, "I need to get this snow out of the way of her door so that I can get my hat that I left here the other day". :):):)

I tell you what. How about you don't shovel my snow, because you know I kind of like shoveling snow, and I won't cook, because I know you kind of like cooking, so we're both able to speak acts of service to ourselves (service ourselves?!). I say we've got this love language thing down pat;)