“I guess we’ll just have to date each other. We can be miserable together.” The words are out before I can even think about it, and I scramble for a way to backtrack. I don’t even know why I said it. I’d rather beat my head against a brick wall than date someone as infuriating as Anthony Lawson. Also, he’s fucking straight, which we established less than an hour ago even if he was vague about it.
