There’s a Book That Teaches You How to Control Men.

I recently had a lunch with a large group of girlfriends. This was part of a conversation that occurred:

“A psychic gave me a book.”

Taylor sips from her straw, nods, ”She thinks you’re psychic?”

Gill shakes her head, ”No.”

Taylor continues, “I knew it. That time I had a cheese slice in my pocket? Like, how’d you know that!”

”Stop. It’s a relationship book that explains how to control men, it’s the worst, it works.”

Taylor puts her coke down on the deli table, “The Game for women? Wasn’t that book called, The Rules? That’s for crazy aunties, very early two-thousands-late-nineties-bullshit. The past was bad.”

Gill shrugs her shoulders, ”There are ways to follow these rules without losing your soul.”

The two women stare at each other and Taylor clacks her tongue,

”Use your psychic dating book to get this guy to text me back.”

”What’s his number. I’ll show you.”