He read me a story about a woman named Ada, who he says reminds him of me.
"That was beautiful, but she's alone under that tree. I want someone to sit with her."
"But that's not the point."
"I know. I know. It's just an incredible compliment. I love Ada, but none of them stay. Because they don't have to stay. Because she doesn't need them they all leave."
"But she's fine."
"Yeah, you're right."
"So I think you need to put that on a list."
"Yeah. Mark that page. Reading a story to a woman is like a beautiful bouquet of flowers. That was incredibly sexy and your inflection and you just hit it out of the ballpark. Way to go, man."
"Uh huh. Use that."