“I’m through with men and all they meant to me, farewell romance! Forever bachelorhood for me,” he proclaimed dramatically, standing up from the chair at the restaurant.
“I’ve heard this one before,” I responded drolly.
“Nope. No more romances. No more attachments. Men are nothing to me.”
I snatched the receipt from his hand for the bill, “Did you really just give the waiter your phone number and email ON THE CHECK? Through with men, my ass.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t sleeping with men, lavishing those most worthy with intense sexual gratification. I’m just not DATING men any more. Honey if you think I’m a bitch now, try me without sex.. nobody wants to see me in that state. nobody.”