“A priest blessed me,” he said to her over a basket of first-date skinny fries at GBK. He leaned in a little closer. “He blessed me … down there.”
She made a mental note to delete her Okcupid account, and then burn her computer to the ground.
“It was a ceremony,” he said, a little boastfully. “Hymns and robes and fumes and stuff. Cost a grand.”
She took another handful of fries. She’d paid for them and was going to get her damn £3.50’s worth.
“It’s basically a Saint now.”
And she just chewed.