I can’t believe you didn’t do anything with her, Tom said in disbelief.
The Romantic loosened his tie before he spoke, Nope, nothing we just sat around and talked until the sun came up, talked about everything from how “Franny and Zooey” is the best novel ever written, by the way she thinks Hall and Oates is just the best pop group ever, isn’t that crazy?
Tom looked at The Romantic in horror, as if The Romantic had just committed an act of violence or broken one of the Ten commandments, more aptly if one of the commandments was Thou shalt hit it and quit it.
Dude, you spent the night a hot girl’s house and you didn’t do anything with her, no BJ’s, HJ’s anything involving J’s but you talked about Hall and Fucking Oates?
The Romantic acted like he didn’t hear what Tom was saying, he went about changing into his sweats, sat down on the couch and put on the television, as Tom continued speaking.
dude, you know what Give me your man card, I’m revoking it!
Tom now enraged finally responded.
Shut the fuck up!