God, we are such fucking grownups. After all the grownup fucking, you can tell me about her, what she does that makes you gasp, and I’ll tell you about what he does to make me come. And all the while, you’ll be fucking me, too, telling me you adore me, telling me how wonderful it all is. And god knows, I want you to have everything, everyone you desire. We’re so civilized, so liberal, so modern, so hot. Here’s the problem, though. I want you to have what you want, but I want me to be what you want.