Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Your house is so big, but you hardly have any stuff,” Jodie says.
“I’ve gotten rid of a lot of things already.” It strikes me that I brought zero lovers to this place. I invited one woman back once, but I had to ask her to leave before we could actually become lovers because I’d totally misread her and she tried to shove me against the wall.
“All the s*x toys you used with other women, you mean?” Jodie stands by the window, looking out. The things I want to do to her in this house.
“I told you. I had one semi-serious relationship and I screwed that one up as well.”
“Was she”—Jodie turns around, curling her fingers around the edge of the window sill—“kinky like me?”
Jodie seems to be suffering from the same affliction as me: irrational jealousy of ex-partners. “O
