So, what's up with not calling me back?
I'm not good at this stuff.
At what? Talking?
Yeah, talking. Communicating. Relationship stuff. If we were in a relationship I would become a weird scary version of myself. My throat starts constricting. The walls start throbbing. It's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.
Well, I can't date you either. You're not my dad's type.