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The usual scenario is this (and, again, it’s only happened a few times): I go on a date with a woman, I don’t really enjoy it that much, and I don’t want to see her again. She texts me — once, then twice, then three or four times — and I don’t respond. I delete her number from my phone. I move on.
Love someone when they’re drunk and it looks like their face is melting and they’re stuffing food in their mouth, sauce dripping down the sides. Your body will recoil because you’ll think for a split second that you fell in love with an animal instead of an actual human being.
I’ve manicured my hands and dyed my hair and perfumed my skin for you and, the whole while, I’ve told myself that it would make you love me. I’ve made sure I was the funniest in the room, the wittiest in the conversation, convincing myself that it would make you change your mind.