I walk him to his car. We are talking about my favorite subject.

"What are the chances," he asks, "that you're a selfish asshole?"

"They're quite good," I tell him. "But I make up for my selfishness by being really, really greedy."

He laughs. "Very nice." And he kisses me goodbye, gets into his Infiniti, and drives off.

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