Whoa. I said don't discriminate, I didn't say I'd love the mincemeat.
There are way worse choices to make than that one. Not that it would have been great, but there's cosmically worse?
No, I meant someone else. I was making up a fictional weird boyfriend in my head. He had floppy hair and gave you sad puppy eyes and had flowers you didn't want. I think he looked like a guy who might be named Drew. And I have heard the lone-wolf anti-attachments speech before. This is me nodding and smiling and not saying that life is always messy anyway. Except I said that. I just said it under my breath.
There have definitely been worse things, but this is a thing we could do without.