"I am doing this wrong, am I not? You are the first female I have ever met. I do not know how to talk to you." I prop up on my elbows, surprised at this admission. "You what? I'm the first girl you've ever met?" "Yes." "But you met the others. You talked to Liz and Harlow—" "Bah. They do not count." Well now, I feel oddly flattered. "Pro tip for you, then, buddy—you don't go up to women and tell them you want to mate them. That's not how it works." "I am being patient, though. I'm wearing a loincloth and asking."
