His eyes go wide and he coughs as he swallows. “Twenty?” “Actually probably more? Let’s say thirty.” Josh shakes his head and laughs. “Wow, okay.” This response is not an improvement. “Don’t do that.” I point a finger at him. “Don’t act like I’ve crossed some magical threshold of appropriate numbers for a woman. If I was a dude and said that, you’d reply, ‘In high school, right?’ and then high-five me and call me brah.”
