“You talk a lot about your girlfriends, you know, how great friends they are and all. So, do you, um, you know, like them a whole lot? You know, like that?”
“I mean, so, I just want to be your friend. I like you and all, just not like that. So, can we be friends, you know, with benefits?”
“You are so adorable. You don’t have a daughter who dances at the strip club down the road, do you?”
“Do you still have a uterus?”
I wish I was kidding. I wish I was making this up.
I wish I could wish it all very, very far away.