“Wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think you’re pretty enough. Smart. Wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think you’re smart enough because no one is. No one ever will be.”
I'll tell you what happens then we go play beer pong with your two roommates until I end up back at yours in Murray hill. Yeah then I have to listen to your roommate have sex with Hilary, or Emily or whatever the girl's name is, until we fall asleep. And then a year later we're still playing beer pong in the same bars with your friends except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids because you think that's what I want Then in the summers you drive up to the Hampton's to meet his parents wondering the whole ride if they're going to think your pretty enough. Smart. Wondering the whole ride if they're going to think you're smart enough. Because no one is and then we have to drink shitty chardonnay At a shitty garden party. And have shitty conversations. About shitty people. With his shitty mother. Who let's face it doesn't think you're smart enough. Pretty. Let's face it, doesn't think you're pretty enough. Because no one is. No one ever will be.
