Being mean

Lisa and Mike are in the car.

Lisa now cannot remember what it was that she said to spark this exchange, and she conveniently neglected to jot that down along with the rest of the dialogue. But, for the record, she maintains that it probably wasn’t really that mean.

Mike: “That was mean.”

Lisa: “Oh, you like your women with a dash of mean, or you wouldn’t have picked me.”

Mike: “What does that say about me?”

Lisa: “That you have an over-developed theology of the inherent value of suffering”

Mike: “Lucky me then, to have found you.”

Lisa: “Win win.”

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