He said, Come over and we’ll watch some TV, and she laughed and said, You’re so old fashioned, and he didn’t get it and she never came over.

He opened the door. She rushed past him. He breathed in the air of her departure and it was acrid and he lit a smoke and made her disappear.

He fell and yelled in pain and she ran over and he smiled and said, i was being dramatic, and she kicked him and he tried not to yell again.

He told her he was a statistician and she didn’t care, but when he said, Visualize this, she took it out of context and threw up everywhere.

She told me what to do, and I did it, I sat on it, and then she arched her eyebrows and I arched mine as well because it actually felt good.

And then he said, You didn’t hit me hard enough. She fell to her knees and said, Wow. He stanched the blood and said, C’mon. And she got up.

He got her back to his place, which surprised him. And then he said, This bum zit isn’t going to take care of itself. And then she ran home.

The world weary man downs his beer. He says, You’re cute. She is equally world weary. She says, I’m a mother. And he says, You certainly are.