“So, you sleep with guys that are nice or you sleep with guys who just happen to be in the same apartment?” I wrinkle my nose. “No. I actually usually sleep with bad guys. That’s why I’m single. Bad guys don’t make good boyfriends.” After a hiccup, I try to explain. “I’m still waiting for a bad guy to fill my room with roses and tell me he loves me, then fuck me senseless, but alas, bad guys don’t do flowers and good guys don’t fuck dirty.”
