“I don’t like men; I know that for a fact.” “Uhm.” “Well, I like Troy, obviously. But…only Troy? I think. Objectively, I know these other guys are good looking, right? Take Anthony Lawson—women love him, but he doesn’t do anything for me. It’s like they’re all donkeys and Troy is a horse.” She lets out a snort of laughter so intense I wouldn’t be surprised if a piece of her lung came out her nose with it. “Oh my god, and you’re saying you want to ride the horse, not the donkeys?”
