“I just don’t understand why I meet people and they seem so perfect for me, and then I get them in bed, and they’re just…wrong.” She pauses. “I think it’s me.” “I already hate this fucking guy.” That’s a real understatement. “You would hate him more if you saw him. He thought I was a virgin, and he was happy to deflower me upon a first-time meeting.” I glare. I want to rewind time and take everything back. I want to tell her to not date a single fucking soul.
