I think I threatened to punch him in the face last night and if that doesn’t say friendship I don’t know what does.
A lot of things. I can think of so many other things.
I also think at one point I started talking about how I don't drink much because I feel like my nervous system is already affected by the years of cooking Cup O' Noodles straight in the styrofoam cup and right in the microwave.
I'm going to tell myself that he found that charming.
Did you talk about where you would go for dinner?
Oh, that's also a fun story.
Because I said IKEA.
IKEA. I said IKEA.
WHY DID YOU SAY IKEA?
HAVE YOU BEEN TO IKEA? THEIR PIZZA IS LIKE ONE DOLLAR -- REGARDLESS, I said IKEA.
I said IKEA and I can't take it back.
Well, he's not Sean, so I'm not rooting for it.
What is your fixation on Sean?
When I picture you with a boyfriend, I just picture you with him. Or --
No it’s true.
It’s just who I see you with. Someone into comedy, super funny…and weird. But like a little bit more normal that others. But still cool enough to have weird friends.
...like, he performs at shows, you capture them.
...you’ll live a happy life together.
...a perfect match.
What’s missing is you haven’t made out yet.
I'm concerned with the amount of time you spend picturing me with boyfriends.
Why don't you have a boyfriend?
Because I’m cool and kind and funny and wonderful and do absolutely nothing to make other people aware of that. Which translates into I'm busy.
That can’t be a reason. That's not a real reason.
But it is a reason. Every day I work for at least 12 hours. I'm shooting shows every other night. I spend every Tuesday night with a bunch of dudes obsessed with the song Smooth by Santana. That's being busy.
It’s not as simple as just going up to these people and saying, Oh, hello there, my name is Katherine and I like your face and you’re funny. You’re funny and I like your face.
It can be that simple, you idiot.
I'll get there one day.