Me:Just frustrated by a coworker.
Python:I thought you hadn’t started work yet.
Me:I haven’t. I’m here decorating.
Me:Anyway, he keeps asking me out for drinks and stuff. Normally, I’d go but…
Python:But you’re busy making banging plans with a hot-as-fuck, tattooed single dad, right?
Me:Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Me:No. I’d love to make a friend, but he doesn’t want to be just friends. He wants more and I’m not into that…not into him.
Python:Then tell him that.
Me:I have! Several times!
Python:How? Men are real fucking stupid and sometimes we need shit SPELLED THE FUCK OUT for us.
Me:I’ve turned him down every single time.
Python:Something tells me that while that may be true, it’s only partially true.
Me:Wait, what?
Python:Listen, Monty, you’re a sweet girl, super fucking sexy in a girl-next-door kinda way, but that’s just it—you’re sweet. I bet when you turn him down you say, “Not tonight. Maybe next time.” Huh? That’s what you say, right?
Me:Oh cats. Yes, it is.
Me:Is this all my fault then?
Python:First, “Oh cats”? Really? You don’t even say hell?
Python:Second, no. The dude is a fucking idiot for not taking the hint, but next time be firm.
Python:Tell him about the hot, VERY muscled, big-cocked guy you’re gonna be banging soon. That’ll chase him away.
Python:Still there, Monty?
Me:Is it possible to die from rolling your eyes so hard?
Python:You texted back, so apparently not.
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Me:You know what I just realized? You never elaborated on the whole “the night we met” story of yours.
Python:Because you just had to go and make it all about you.
Python:Kidding. And no, I didn’t, huh?
Me:Well?
Python:I was wondering why it was ME you went into the bathroom with. I mean, out of all the dudes in Lola’s, why me? And don’t say I was the first to approach you. That’s bullshit, and if it isn’t bullshit, your standards are extremely low and we need to have a chat about that.
Me:No, you weren’t the first to approach me. You just had the best opening.
Python:I think you’re the one with the best opening. ??