Ladies' Room

“So was he cute?”

“He’s all right. I mean, he’s handsome enough.”


“But he’s not that nice.”

“But he’s handsome?”

“And a jerk. Seriously. Every time anything with ovaries walked by, he would look her up and down and announce a rating on a scale of one to ten.”

“Wow. Was he really that bad?”

“It’s not worth being treated like an object just to go on a date, y’know? Where’d you get that lipstick?”

“Oh, this? Something from the drugstore. I always find the best deals in the sale section – so much better than shelling out for some overpriced gunk at the beauty counter in the mall. Was he at least good with his tongue?”

“He didn’t bother to show me.”

“Well, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. There’s a party this weekend if you want to meet a few.”

“Party? I don’t know…”

“It’ll be fun! Don’t be a stick in the mud. You’re always such a prude.”

“Just because I prefer a book to a beer doesn’t make me a prude.”

“Just come with me, this once. Please? What’s the worst that could happen?”

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