From a text exchange with my wife Rachelle:<\/p>\n
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Rachelle: Well, how do you know that?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Really?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: She pretended to retch?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Because you told her you liked her sneakers?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: That is pretty extreme.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Was this one of the sorority girls who lives down the street?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: The one who looks like Jennifer Lawrence?<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: I thought so.<\/p>\n Rachelle: And did you tell her this in a way that sounded like what you really meant was that you wanted to see her naked?<\/p>\n Rachelle: I see.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Yes, of course.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Look, I know you’re just trying to generate some light in this crazy, angry world, Pickle, I get that!<\/p>\n Rachelle: And sure, somebody has to help scantily clad sorority girls who are 30 years younger than you, feel like they’re making the right fashion choices.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Imagine if every time one of them passed by a much, much, much older man and he didn’t say something about what they were wearing? What would happen then? Their self-esteem might just crater and then who knows what might happen?! It could be catastrophic!<\/p>\n Rachelle: I’m not being sarcastic.<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, I’m not.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Nope.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Jesus Pickle, OF COURSE I’m being sarcastic.<\/p>\n Rachelle: It’s amazing to me how slow you are to pick-up on sarcasm!<\/p>\n Rachelle: Like at the park when that woman was complimenting how high you could go on the swings?<\/p>\n Rachelle: That was sarcasm.<\/p>\n Rachelle: And at the drum circle, when that man said that you \u201cdisplayed a beautiful mastery over movement?\u201d<\/p>\n