“I think I’m ready to have a relationship.”
“No you’re not.”
“You know, with a girl…”
“As opposed to what? A textbook?”
“So?”
“So if you’re all ready, why are you here talking to me?”
“Well, uh…I have a question.”
“Sure.”
“How much time do I need to put aside for if I want a girlfriend?”
“Phil, you can’t just pencil it into your agenda like that.”
“I know, I’m not entirely hopeless.”
“I know.”
“…I’d just like a rough approximation.”
“A rough approximation?”
“Yeah, I’m willing to make the sacrifice.”
“Are you?”
“Definitely.”
“So…like, 3 hours a week? Will that do? That includes transportation, phone calls, small talk, the occasional dinner…”
“Who’s the lucky girl?”
“Oh, I haven’t found her yet. Do I get to pick from a catalogue or something?”
“Oh brother. You’re not ready, Phil.”
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