Why a man, though? your former selves whisper as your oversized luggage orders a second lukewarm beer. Why spend the rest of your life with a man, of all things? Men, you now see clearly, are tedious beasts with nothing to offer, nothing to add. Why not bring your closest female friends to Europe? There’s nothing you’d like better than to have your girlfriends here instead, drinking and snickering with you about the bad waiter. Why do you and your lady friends isolate yourselves into miserable pairs instead? Why not marry your friends?
