"If we were rich or had something about us. We don't have much going for us though, do we? You got a nice job, at least. You cook. Girls love a bloke who cooks." He couldn't. His mom did his cooking and laundry, he didn't have any cash and he worked nights at a gas station. He had fuck all to offer a guy like that but it was just nice to look at him.

"I suppose it's like window shopping. You look at what you can't have and imagine."