"What happened to romance?", the writer asks. I shift in the seat; I turn my head to look out the window; I turn back to the writer. "Now, guys, treat it more like bromance when they want something--romanticism is gone.  It´s an act; it´s a aggressive demand; respectful behavior is forbidden; instead--rush in to the relationship then plateau at partners--not lovers." "I think that my girlfriend and I do it right--we walk together...

"What was that about?", the writer replies as he turns his head to me. "Telemarketers", I reply as I pick up my taza at the small cafe by the beach, "they keep calling--I keep having to go through the same routine everytime." "You think that they would get the point?" "You would--but they are paid to be persistent." "Anything else that you can do?" "No", I reply as I take a sip of coffee, "that´s...

"I´ll say it again then", the writer replies as he leans back in his chair, "I´m not going to pay for your biscottis if you don´t give me more work." "That´s an interesting quid-pro-quo but consider the big picture--the ROI on your decision", I reply as I lean back and turn my head to look out the window, "you are throwing away a lot to preserve a little." "That´s an interesting point...

"Where are you going?", the writer asks as he shuffles in his seat, "are we supposed to be going on a trip?" "Oh no--it was metaphorical.  It was just to say that I´m doing well and I would prefer space.  Like keep to the writing for your work, our job, and keep to your family when you are done.  Your family needs you and loves you--leave me alone and go home.  I mean not...

"I´ll take that bet", he replies as he leans forward. I pause; this is going to be painful. "I´ll just save you the trouble", I reply as I take a sip of coffee and turn my head to look out the window, "you are going to start with a conclusion and work the facts or evidence, data, around to support what you already think is true?" "What do you mean?" "I´m saying that you aren´t...

"I tip 18% propina every time", the writer replies as he shuffles in his seat. "Well that´s good, I guess", I reply as I lean back, "but what about donating your time to help someone. We are very upstanding citizens here and if you want to be on our team, we need to know that you care--through your actions." "Oh! I can act like I care!" "That´s a start", I say as I...

I turn my my head back to the writer. "So", I reply as I turn to look out the window, "you think that the waiter is just as responsible as you for witnessing your biscotti robbery from my plate and not saying anything?" "I'm not saying that he is AS guilty, but I mean let's look at facts.¨ "I think that the facts of this situation say that 'you took the biscotti and you...

"That's cool, dad", HR replies as she types on her keyboard in her dorm room, "so why are you telling me this?" "Because I feel cool!", I reply as I type on the keyboard, "I mean like really cool!" "That's because they prob have neon lights in the space that energize you." "Oh!", I reply as I turn my head and look around at the space, "you're right--it's all neon and there's like lots of...

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