You didn't eat with him? Drink with him? Spend time with him just hanging? That's all date stuff.

Jesus. That killed my boner just a little bit, no offense. We might need to work on that. Fuck, I hope not. I don't want to have to sabotage a second shite relationship choice of his. His ex was a fucking bitch. Whoever she is, they're fucking good with the ninja sex. I haven't even found a stray pair of panties lying around anywhere or something. You know, I hope they can. There is too much other discontent in our family, and they don't hate each other.

I don't know. Maybe she just wants to bitch me out. Maybe she wants to offload some things. Maybe she needs a shoulder to cry on. Maybe she just thinks my haircut sucks. She probably would have flat out told me that, though, and laughed.