Page 35 of Biggest Player
He usually only sees her every other weekend—it’s the same custody schedule people had in the 50s. Translation: I have her a majority of the time.
Dex:
That sucks
Margot:
LOL tell me how you really feel.
Dex:
Shit, was that a rude thing to say? I meant: sucks that you have your kid all the time and don’t have time to yourself.
Margot:
Uh—I mean, it was a bit rude, yes. But nothing you say any more surprises me. It’s like you can’t help yourself.
Dex:
Was that a compliment? It’s hard to tell.
Margot:
No, that was not a compliment.
Margot:
It’s probably a good thing that you only date women who are younger than you.
Dex:
What’s that supposed to mean?
Margot:
I mean—they’re probably more likely to put up with your shit.
Dex:
My shit?
Margot:
You know, let you say and do whatever you want because of the God complex.
Dex:
Godcomplex???
Margot:
Oh please, admit it, you think your shit doesn’t stink.
Dex:
I don’t think my shit doesn’t stink—I can be humble.
Margot:
