Ryan’s laughing expression caught my eye. “You have it bad.” “Define have it bad.” “You have feelings for her,” he accused. “Like real emotions that make you do things you’d never do.” I paused. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.” “Ha.” He pointed at me. “I knew it.” “I just said, I don’t know what I am feeling.” “Which is guy code for feeling things you can’t define, so you are making over-the-top gestures to articulate them.”
