He went for a jog and a beautiful woman said, Wow, you put the sweat in sweatshirt, and he bent over and threw up, and she said, I am woman.

We will not go hungry, he says. But around them is a continental emptiness and she despairs for what might be. I’m coming on to you, he says

She says, You kiss like Philip Glass writes music, and he feigns hurt and he goes home and googles Philip Glass. And realizes he needs help.

He studied the “artwork” on her walls, quickly realizing this wasn’t ever going to work. Then she came out of her room. I’m ready, she said.

She found him sitting alone in the dark naked save for a bow tie. He didn’t acknowledge her. I told you my feelings about bow ties, she said