“So, tell me about him.”
“Ugh, really?”
“Yes, really. Why is that such a hardship? You like this guy, right?”
“Yeah, I like the guy! I just don’t want to spend tonight having you poke holes in him all right?
“I’ll be good, promise! Now, come on, lets get into it!?
“Fine. So his name is Thom…”
“Tom?”
“No, Thom.”
“Ohh.”
“See” Already you’re–”
“What? I was acknowledging that I heard you. Please, continue.”
“Well his name is Thom and he’s supervising manager at the Home Depot on Lexington.”
“Oh, okay. And how did you two meet?”
“At a party. He was there with Roger and his crew.”
“Oh, so he knows Roger?”
“Come on, everybody knows Roger.”
“How long have you two been…”
“Going out? You can say it.”
“All right, all right, I was trying to be discreet. I know how you don’t like to label things…”
“A month and a half.”
“And its going well?”
“Yeah, pretty well. We were just out last night.”
“Oh, really, where’d you go?”
“The Loud Room. We were seeing his friends band.”
“Oh, cool. What’s the bands’ name?”
“Cumfist.”
“Ooh, I don’t like that name.”
“No one does. Well, that’s not true. One guy does, so obviously there’s a bit of power imbalance. Anyway.”
“Well, he sounds nice.”
“He is nice.”
“Good for you. Good for you.”
(Long pause)
“How long does it take to make a fucking salad…?
Pryorball. 