“I hate men. I hate relationships. By their very design, you aren’t allowed to be happy in one.”
I said nothing.
“Tell me you’re single right now.”
“I’m single right now.”
“Tell me you would fall in love with me if I lived up north.”
“It’s a distinct possibility.”
“This isn’t an honesty question you twit, it’s a comforting question. You’re supposed to answer it with much enthusiasm and zeal.”
I finished my beer, with no particular sense of urgency, and set the glass down with a sigh. “This is why I’ve always said that women are fucking insane.”
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