Her nose wrinkles. “Should I be flattered that if you line up all the women you’ve slept with, I’ll be one of the few you can pick out?” “Most women would.” She puts her hand on her hip and angles her head to the side so her dark hair tumbles over one shoulder. “I doubt that. But if that’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, then you just go ahead. While those women are chasing you around, begging for a night in your bed, I’ll be with my very attractive, very intelligent boyfriend, having some very enjoyable emotional intimacy.”
please stop lying to yourself
