texts: Oh, for God's sake. Really, Cynthia, really, I don't think he's your type. </s> <s> "My type"? What is this bullshit? How would you know what "my type" is? </s> <s> I have a pretty good idea.
labels: Ann, you don't have a clue. Look, I don't even know why we're discussing this, I'll just call him myself.