“And then you spoke . . . and ruined everything.” What? I burst out laughing. “I ruined everything? How did I ruin everything?” “You’re bossy, with a sarcastic snark.” “What’s the problem with that?” I stammer in outrage. “Well, I’m bossy and sarcastic.” He shrugs. “And?” “And I don’t want to date myself. I like sweet, demure girls, the ones who do what I say.”
