You’re desperate to know, you say. But how do you expect me to decide on a thing if I don’t even know what “it” is?? You make it sound like you’re desperate for an answer, but fuckin’ a, I’m desperate for the question! I’m not a mind reader, dude. I know you’ve tried before and I’ve dismissed you but you’ve got to tell me about this good place of yours because frankly, I’m more confused than ever.
Let’s put this thing to bed. Let’s call it. Next week. What do you say? Can you meet me half way??