“There’s conquest, and there’s status, and there’s porn. Love is something girls invented so they could feel better about it.” I’d shocked her. Good. “If that’s what you truly believe,” she said, “then I feel so sad for you.” “I feel sad for all the women out there dragging their boyfriends to Bed Bath & Beyond and making them shop for throw pillows. They want the fantasy more than they want the truth.” “What’s the truth?” she challenged. “The truth is that love doesn’t exist.”
