Explaining the particulars of my loveless love life to the general public is creepy and probably libel-worthy. (Whining on the overall subject of girl angst, totally different story.) But sometimes I encounter Date Conversations From Hell, and those scream for publication.
[She explains how her dad quit his job to move to Austin.]
Me: So what does your dad do now?
Her: Nothing.
Me: Oh, so he’s got it made, then?
Her: No, he’s dead.
[silence]
Tags: love