Page 87 of Dial L for Lawyer
It's fine. I'm just annoyed that I wore my best dress just so he could compliment my understanding of quantum processing. QUANTUM PROCESSING.
Me:
Oh honey.
Audrey:
I think he's just not interested. He only sees me as a fellow nerd.
Layla:
Or he's so nervous he's defaulting to what he knows.
Audrey:
He drew diagrams, Serena. DIAGRAMS. On a cocktail napkin. Then when we got to the lab, he pulled out the whiteboard. He talked NON-STOP. For FIVE HOURS. I couldn't stop yawning by the end of it.
Me:
If YOU were bored, then we're in real trouble here.
Audrey:
I know! At one point I literally said "it's getting late" and he said "you're right, we should switch to decaf."
Layla:
Me:
Oh my god.
Audrey:
It's not funny! It's frustrating! How do I get a man to stop talking about dopamine pathways and start noticing I'm trying to seduce him?
Me:
Have you tried being direct?
Audrey:
I touched his arm while he was explaining synaptic responses and told him how impressive his work is. He handed me a marker and asked me to draw my interpretation.
Layla:
I'm DYING. This is amazing.
Audrey:
It's not amazing! He clearly only wants my brain.
Layla:
That's actually kind of romantic?
Audrey:
It would be if I didn't also want him to want my body!
