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The title says it all.
“And then he had the nerve to tell me my lipstick is too red. Can you believe that?”

“You don't even wear lipstick.”

“Exactly. I think he was just trying to be difficult.”

“Sounds like he succeeded.”

“And the questions. He wouldn't stop. How much do I weigh? Is this my real hair color? Am I his first?”

“He didn't. Oh my god. What did you tell him?”

“I said, 'my first what'? I mean, he and I hadn't even done anything, and we certainly weren't about to, as far as I was concerned.”

“I guess I should apologize for fixing you up. I thought there might be a chemistry.”

“More like a botany. He has about as much personality as crabgrass.”

“That's strange. Usually he's not that bad. Anyway, how did it end?”

“Definitely not soon enough. But he made a lame attempt at acting polite when he dropped me off at my house.”

“Did he kiss you? Or try to, at least?”

“If you want to call it a kiss. He acted like he enjoyed it, but for me it was like being kissed by a dead fish.”

“I'm afraid to ask, but how do you know what that feels like?”

“It's called imagination. You would have thought the same.”

“So, do you think you'll go out with him again?”

And the rest was silence.

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