Batman paid me a visit this morning to ask about Duncan. (Because no one is allowed to ask about August. I've already explained it until I'm blue in the face. I don't have to anymore.)
I won't be sleeping with Duncan again so I don't know what everyone is so worried about.
He seems surprised.
He's intimidating. I mean he's good but as far as chemistry goes he's so far out of my league it's ridiculous. He's a lot like you in that way. Completely intimidating. I was worried about damned near everything and couldn't be myself and I hate that.
He tilts his head. You're not yourself when you're with me?
I've seen the sort of women you sleep with.
And?
I don't seem anything like them. So I try to be like I think they must be.
How is that?
Tall supermodels. Women who are sure of themselves. They have style and legs for days and they don't need a man but they want them every now and then. They're independent. Sophie's a good example.
Bridget, you don't know men at all.
Oh, I think I do.
Then think about why you have three households full of men fighting for your attention and get back to me.
It's because you're all psychologically stunted. I'm actually the one exploiting all of you.
I wish that were true.
Which part?
The part where it's you exploiting us instead of the other way around.
It's not so bad, you know. I have a good life here. I'm grateful for everyone.
That's not the point, Bridget.
But it is. At least to me.
