I know. There’s a lot of you out there. I’ve even allowed a couple of you to take your shots… so far, they’ve circled the rim and bounced out.
I’m confident one of you will score eventually, but it won’t be easy. ‘Cause girls who lead their introductions to me with protestations of “I’m not broken but…” usually turn out to be very broken girls who simply have a sickly, pustulous, and yet inexplicably functional remnant of pride pushing them to pretend their straits aren’t as dire as they seem.
And one way or another, I’m afraid that pride’s got to go.