He shook his head. "He kind of hates it, which is funny, because he's rarely on time," Bly explained with a laugh, shaking his head another time. "It's totally ridiculous, you know? But that's just how it is. I try to be on time, but I got up late today and stuff, and things just kind of piled up, you know?" He grinned at her. "I'm Bly, by the way. Look for me on the forums." Giving her a thumbs up, he started around her, making his way toward the door so he could bolt as soon as it was socially acceptable.
Was it ever okay to run away from a girl? They didn't like that, did they? Why were girls so complicated?