"Maybe my base personality is bully," he says proudly. And it's true. Throwing my things in the garbage like I don't even get to decide what lives on my table.
It's easy to keep your cool if you just think of him as a child, my best friend says. Don't be surprised if he's small-minded, petty, mean. That's just who he is.
“I want to show you another one of my favourite places”, he tells me. “Maybe my favourite place in Japan. Maybe in the world.
After I'd stumbled my way into dating (and then dumping) a hotel owner because I wanted to learn salsa, ♏ asked me, incredulous, "How do people like you even exist? You function on like… cartoon logic. And it works?