Then I met “her”. This chick that her boyfriend said “Go meet girls”.
So, here we sit, in this loud, too-bright club, commiserating about our “mutual” inconsiderate friends.
Her “boyfriend” told her to “meet girls” as my “boyfriend” told me.
We don’t find each other sexually attractive, no! She likes guys, I like guys. And we each like just one guy, and not the same one.
So, we’ve decided to split, and just drive around to the “Top Hat”, a retro-kind-of restaurant.