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I do not understand guys. I think I’m smart in a lot of ways, but this is definitely not one of them.
Here I thought Greg was a nice—if kind of boring—guy, and I just wasn’t feeling the heat, and then I go out with Nick and definitely feel the heat, but that’s not enough, and now Matt.
Have I been wrong about him all this time?
No, I haven’t. Because even he admits what he said to Willie. And he has no good excuse for it, other than to keep telling me he was thirteen. I know that. I need more than that.
And what was that bit at the zoo yesterday? What was his point? As if showing me those monkeys—excuse me, apes, as if I care—was supposed to make up for anything. What kind of twisted logic is that?
I slept in late this morning after my long interview with Jordan at the café last n
