“The thing is,” Boyfriend explains, “I don’t want to have to look at the Legos. I just want to read the paper.” I consider the possibility that an alien has invaded Boyfriend’s body or that he has a burgeoning brain tumor of which this personality shift is the first symptom. I wonder what Boyfriend would think of me if I broke up with him because his teenage daughters wanted me to look at their new leggings from Forever 21 when I was trying to relax and read a book. I don’t want to look at the leggings. I just want to read my book. What kind of person gets away with simply not wanting to look?
