“So you’re ‘kind of’ single?” Brendan asked me over a steaming hot mess of brown rice, kale and cauliflower. “You think you’re going to date around while you’re in NYC?”
“Ugh, no. Most of the guys here are sulky man-babies. I’m pretty sure dating here is my worst nightmare.”
“Dammit. It was going to be so entertaining hearing about you trying to go out with them.”