“He’s so into me.” 

“How do you know?” 

“He only talks to me and isn’t seeing anyone else.” 

“Oh.” 

“What?” 

“Well, from this view of his profile, from an account that isn’t connected to him or his friends, or you, so it can’t mess up the algorithm, these are his top friends … the ones at the top of his full friends list.” 

“So?” 

“They’re the people he interacts with the most, and he isn’t commenting or liking their posts … so he’s talking to them or looking at them all the time … and they’re all single, younger-looking women with big boobs.” 

“So what?” 

“So, you’re not one of them, dummy, and all but one lives in driving distance of him.” 

“I don’t get what you’re saying.” 

“It’s his harem, slowpoke. He’s probably fucking all of them … or trying to.” 

“That’s crazy! Why would you even say that? He tells me how much he likes me! I like him.” 

“Girl, you don’t like him. You like the idea of a rich guy. You don’t even know him. He came out of the blue right after you lost your dad. And I’m not the one with a bunch of hot single women who are my “best friends” and live right near me. And what do you think he’s telling them? C’mon. He thinks he’s hot shit money guy and he’s obvious playing all of you.” 

“I don’t want to hear this.” 

“Yeah, you’ve never been one for any kind of reality. Go get fucked up again if you want … but don’t cry to me when he ditches you or starts abusing you. You’ve done this before. He’s just like you know who.” 

“Well … then why does he bother if he has them?” 

“Because you’re easy. C’mon, admit it. You’re just desperate. You fall for his shit and do what he wants. I mean, get real. He’s obviously a collector.”

“You don’t really believe all this, do you?” 

“Facts don’t lie, babe. Look, he’s ugly as shit … exactly the kind of guy who uses his money as bait. But you do you … or him … and all his girlfriends. Do you even know why he’s divorced?” 

“He told me.” 

“And how do you know it’s true? How do you know he isn’t a cheater … and a liar?” 

“He’s friends with his ex.” 

“How do you know that? They have kids. Maybe they just stay in touch that way. You don’t know anything … only what he tells you … and he collects hot women. Smells like a cheater to me … or a sicko.” 

“You don’ know anything.” 

“Neither do you … and I’m not the one falling for the guy just because he’s loaded.” 

“I’m not!” 

“You so are! I mean …. the ick factor is off the charts! He’s so beneath you … but so was you know who. Why are you doing this again now?”

“I do what I want.” 

“No you don’t. You do what you’re told … and you always pick fucking creeps because no one ever tells you you’re fucking up … or they set you up with them!!” 

“You’re just guessing about everything.” 

“Yeah … except for the ten hot women at top of his profile … not a single guy … not a single married chick.”