I didn't really have a choice on this one. When you go out with Hillary, you see, you're not dating her. She’s dating you. She started the night off with a few robotic smiles -- and a strange effort to agree with everything I said. No matter what I told her, in fact, she had an identifiable story with which to relate.
But she could tell I was getting bored and saw her window closing -- so she flipped. Before I finished my pasta, she'd asked for the check, ordered me into the car, and taken me straight back to her place.
I'm just relieved this wasn’t 2020 Hillary. At that point, she'll be so desperate that she'll skip straight to the payoff: having her way with you without any courtship or questions asked.