It was one of the most surreal moments I've had in this most surreal of relationships.
He's giving the Literary Lodger advice on How To Leave A Man. I'm listening carefully, to see if I can pick up some tips.
Actually he's being kind and concerned, thinking hard about what to say. And I have one of those moments, you know, where you think - maybe I'm wrong? Maybe he's ok. Maybe he's nice. Maybe I'm not trying hard enough? Maybe it's me?
"Hmmm," he ponders. "How do you win a woman?" As if she was a prize, a trophy, a game.
"See, it's like a sport. You can still win, even right at the end, with a late goal in the last ten seconds. We're always trying to win in the final score: it's what we do.
"Men don't get it if you try to maintain a rapport, stay friends. You have to move out, leave, go, cut them off. If you're kind and gradual they just don't get the message, they think the game hasn't finished yet".
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