Bad at Love

by Penny Fox

I don’t want to spend time with this guy, but if we’re going to be living together, it’s inevitable. And if I want him to do things the right way, I’ll have to show him. That’s the only way he’ll learn. I’ll just treat him like a pet. Like a puppy. Or like a grown dog, rather, because he won’t be as easy to train as a puppy, I’m sure. He’s like the mutt at the pound that people keep returning because he humps the pillows and pees on the floor. He better not actually pee on my floor or I will kick him out.