“I’m funny too.”

“No you’re not. But that’s why we work.”

I laugh and you pout. A grown man pouting. I kiss those pouting lips.

I’m just a funny girl.

Boys don’t date funny girls.

A boy told me that once.

But you’re not funny. Well, no one would pay to listen to your jokes. But you’re smart and you’re interesting and I love you.

And I’m just a funny girl and no one wants the funny girl.