“Oh God, maybe . . . maybe we don’t talk about this.” “And leave me hanging about what your favorite meat is? That’s not fair.” “Well, it’s not T-bone.” “I think we established that. So what is it?” “Uhh . . . I really like chicken.” “Ehhh, wrong answer,” I say, impersonating a buzzer. “You should have said, ‘Alec, your penis is my favorite meat.’” “Oh my God.” She pushes away from me as I laugh. “What the hell is wrong with you? You graduated from Columbia, for crying out loud. Show some class.”
