I met up with Cait in Center City today.
Cait: So I was sitting there, thinking to myself, “how does France exist?”
Me: uh
Cait: I saw this survey that said that in France, they just think of cheating in relationships as normal and inevitable
Me: I don’t
Cait: And everywhere around France is, like, hyper puritanical and prudish, like… Catholic Church-style “oh no sex is for married couples only!”
Me: Are you feeling all right?
Cait, sniffling: It’s just a little cold, I’m fine
Me: That doesn’t look litt-
Cait: And then France is there, like, “let’s make love, all the time!”
Me: I think you should go home, get some rest.
Cait, wiping her nose: I will, I will, but I have to go get groceries.
Me: Well you better get on that before your brain leaks out.
Cait: Do I even need groceries?
Me: Do you wanna eat?
Cait: I’m on the fence.
Me: Get some sleep, Cait.