Yeah, well, it’s a-wastin’.

I see how it is. You most definitely are wanting me out. Second hint in a day, it’s official.

Deal. But for reals: you, me, clubbing.

In time.

What?

You know, Seuse. Like the Dr. It was an attempt at a joke, let us never speak of this again.

Someone needs a masse— massage person. Whatever they’re called.

Masseuse. Like the Cat in The Hat guy.

I’m doing my best, I tried just thinking myself better but it’s not working so well. I tell my back, I say “Back you will now begin to grow and form back together”. But it’s a slow process.

I don’t see you denying it.

I don’t look at your ass when you walk out of the room. 

Yeah, B, you’re as straight as they come. Explains why you check out my ass every time I leave the room.

How would you even know that if you were leaving the room? Suddenly grow eyes on the back of your head?

You were the one who said it, not me.

Yes I said it, among other things. You just have a special talent for selectively noticing the things that can be read as flirtation.

Just these days?

Oh yeah, I was a total ladies lady back in the day. Shoulda met me in L.A.

But seriously, I figure if people wont get the message that I’m as straight as something very straight, I may as well mess with their minds while I’m at it.