"Relentless analysis and overthinking are sexy. And, as for me, I like to be the least intelligent person in the room. It alleviates the need to think."

"Has that ever happened to you, Buddy? Just askin'. And, by the way: how fucking easy do you think I am?"

Why do girls at the 17th St. Cafe ask questions like this? Surely they don't really want to know the answers . . .

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