“What happens when you meet someone?” I say, as lightheartedly as I can.
“Oh, they like me, I like them a little bit. They cry, I don’t. You know, same thing you do. I leave. They all turn boring eventually. Well, not even boring, not all of them, but predictable. I mean, sooner or later, something comes out, some kind of bullshit, some hang-up, and I get stuck with having to be the caring, loving girlfriend. Which I’m not. Not at all.”
I wonder about the friend she dropped out of school for. I wonder if someone took advantage of her sticking around for too long. If she got trapped with some sad-eyed loser. If she found herself betraying her free spirit. I wonder if this is just bluffing. I wonder too much.
I hope she’s not bored with me.
***
Eventually, we take a longer break to eat
