“Do you think I have a shot?” I ask. “If you want the cookie-cutter answer, yeah sure, of course you do. But the reality is you fucked up, man. You say you had this great night with her. That’s awesome. I’m happy for you, but you kind of ditched her. Now it’s a year later, and she looks like the second choice because your first plan didn’t work out.” The realization hits me like a fucking truck. If I posted this in one of those Reddit threads, I’d be the asshole.
