“So help me out. What should I be doing differently to make girls like me?”
“You should just be yourself.”
Pete and I were on one of our impromptu Lower East Side food tours, and were heading back to SoHo so he could sit in Bloomingdale’s comfy chairs while I pretended to shoe shop.
“Don’t you just want to be with someone you can tell, ‘I’m just sitting around in my underpants eating gnocchi,’ and she’ll think it’s awesome?”
“Oh. Well, it’s reassuring to know that you’re not my person.”