Harry: Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.
S: Why not?
H: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.
S: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
H: No, you don't.
S: Yes, I do.
H: No, you don't.
S: Yes, I do.
H: You only think you do.
S: You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
H: No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.
S: They do not.
H: Do too.
S: They do not.
H: Do too.
S: How do you know?
H: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
S: So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive.
H: No, you pretty much want to nail them, too.
S: What if they don't want to have sex with you?
H: Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that is the end of the story.
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.