The Perfect Answer
“So what exactly is going on with you and The Marine?” asked New Old Friend. We went to grad school together and were friendly, but didn’t start really hanging out until we bonded at a mutual friend’s wedding recently. She ate a forkful of burrito and waited with teasing eyes.
“What? Nothing, we get it on and we hang out, but that’s all.” I dipped a chip in queso. I’m sick of having this conversation with my friends. Why do my friends want a definition if I don’t care?








