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sweeter than honey cakes.
All babies are cute, people say, and I guess that’s true. I have peered into prams at Gollum-like creatures with sticky-out eyes and two strands of hair, yet always found something to love because they’re so newly minted and innocent.
“We weren’t exactly living together. I had a drawer. It’s where she kept my balls.”
Women remained easy prey—most of them deathly pale model types with cheekbones instead of breasts, who were “serious girlfriends” until he announced otherwise.
A lot of men fail to realize how attractive that is to a woman: listening. Not interrupting. Not judging.
“You have great legs, Agatha, what time do they open?”
“Just remember, I’ve got a condom with your name on it.” “What? Durex Extra Small?”
Right now, he thinks I’m a “battalion bike” or “base bunny” who hangs around navy barracks hoping to snare a man in uniform.
She says I should reach out and build bridges, but I think certain bridges are meant to burn and it’s a shame some people can’t be on them when it happens.
I try to understand Jack’s sadness. I know he’s crazy about Lucy and Lachlan and I still think he’s crazy about me, but we approach life differently. Jack anticipates problems in advance and prepares for the worst, marshaling the resources to handle things. I take problems as they come, bending rather than breaking.
