He said I would think I was getting better at it, being a boyfriend, but that I was going to have to learn not to listen to that kind of bullshit from myself. Just when I thought I’d figured out what made a girlfriend happy, what would make one stay, I would do something wrong again and that would be that. “Something wrong, like, I don’t know, like eating their pet goat?” Libby’d said, without looking over from the game show glowing all our faces light blue.
