“You may be making a grievous err,” said the blonde in the red dress to the man seated in the adjacent stool.
“Don’t tell me you’re married.”
“Ha! Of course not.”
“You’re not interested in men.”
“Oh please.”
“You don’t find me attractive.”
“I’ve dated worse looking men.”
“Geez, woman, what is it then?”
“Woman?”
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