Me: This guy at the end of the bar is trying to get me to take him home with me.
Aaron: He’s a good-looking guy.
Me: You know, the thing is … it’s depressingly easy. I’m not trying to be a jerk. I don’t think it means anything.
Aaron: My uncle told me a story once. He was talking about how at a certain age, girls just started to look right through him. Not like, giving him dirty looks or whatever. Like, they just didn’t notice.
Me: Yeah, I’m not looking forward to that day.
Aaron: So it’s a compliment, right?
Me: Yeah. (Pause.) I’m just so tired.