For example, I didn’t know that she thought I was a bad kisser:
“Your kisses are unpleasantly moist,” she says. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Actually, no,” I say. “I’ve always gotten compliments on my kisses.”
“Well,” she says. “Women very rarely tell the truth.”
I smile at her. “You’re lying,” I say, cleverly. But she doesn’t seem to catch the interesting paradox. She looks at me blankly and downs the last bit of wine in her glass.
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