Female Logic

Amanda adds more cream to her coffee and looks at me very seriously before saying, "You've not hooked up, he's hooked up with you."
"What?"
"Did you get any pleasure out of it other than making out?"
"No, I wouldn't let him, he was wasted."
"Then you've not hooked up with him. He got pleasure out of it therefore he hooked up with you," she grins and almost looks as if she's going to wink at me.
I looked at her for a moment before smiling and nodding, "I like it, its complete bullshit, but I decided today it would be ok for me to believe that. He did get more pleasure out of it than I did."
"I'm surprised you like him."
"Why?"
"He's nothing like your ex boyfriend and he's somewhat emo which totally isn't you. I didn't think he was your type."
"Amanda, my ex boyfriends range from the controlling-ambitious-Indian-verbal-abuser to noncaring-but-ambitious-Italian-drunkard to life-handed-on-a-silver-platter-I-work- out-more-than-I-eat-Alaskan-dumbass. Really? What is my type?"
"You are more fucked up than I thought."

Fair enough.