Deep breaths. Those were good. She needed one herself. Okay.
"Dark red would match my dress. I can open my own doors. You come to my room, you bring me a corsage -- they have them in town, ask somebody -- you tell me I look nice and you walk me to the dance. I'm not grading you on it. I don't stop the date and stomp off if you forget anything. Which would be hard, because, again: you come to my room, say something nice, and walk me to the dance. Skip the corsage if that's a huge deal, I'm not gonna give a damn. This isn't hard. But if this is too much effort when you can just meet me there and take me home and get laid anyway ..."
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"Dark red would match my dress. I can open my own doors. You come to my room, you bring me a corsage -- they have them in town, ask somebody -- you tell me I look nice and you walk me to the dance. I'm not grading you on it. I don't stop the date and stomp off if you forget anything. Which would be hard, because, again: you come to my room, say something nice, and walk me to the dance. Skip the corsage if that's a huge deal, I'm not gonna give a damn. This isn't hard. But if this is too much effort when you can just meet me there and take me home and get laid anyway ..."