"Why don't you date?" texted unbefuckinglievably needy Anna.
"What makes you think I don't date?"
"Because you won't go out with me."
Anna's texts continued to pour in. "What does it mean that he still has pictures with his ex-wife in them on his Facebook???? I don't like that at all. Bad sign!!!!"
I stared at the stupidity on my phone and tried hard to remember that my phone is innocent.
"Nothing. It means nothing. You haven't even filed for divorce yet," I replied. "What exactly do you think he owes you?"
She conceded the point and asked if I thought she was needy, which elicited a snort. "Yes," I replied. "Quite." And then she stopped texting. For an hour.
"We need to get drinks and talk."