what happened to fun?
me: i was talking to matt the other day, and he said, 'between you and _____, i don't know what the deal is. you are two of the most beautiful, laid-back girls that i know, and you have the absolute worst luck with dudes.'
her: ugh. we do. you know why? because people don't want laid-back. they want someone who treats them like shit that they have to conquer and earn, so that when they can squeeze affection out of them, it's like a prize. it boosts their sense of self-worth.
me: i am a national treasure! i'm the best catch in the nation! who the fuck wouldn't want to get with that?! come on, nation!
her: seriously! hey, u.s.a.--don't you want to get fucked really good, and then go get something to eat?
me: that's all i want.
her: me too. but apparently, it is a solo venture.
me: we're going to end up alone, eating sub sandwiches and masturbating, aren't we?
her: yes, we are.
