What he says:
What he means:
I love that you have a spine.
You’re super sexy when you take others head-on. Others.
Why should you be ashamed of your past?
My own shenanigans were far racier, so yours are forgiven.
Until I met you, I had no hope of finding love again.
Six women had already dumped my sorry ass. Who’d be optimistic?
My parents are nasty ol’ buggers for refusing to give me more money.
My parents know all about my train-wrecking ways. They’ve wised up.
My siblings are pampered asshats who’ve profited at my expense.
My siblings, just like my friends, have stopped indulging my nonsense.
My friends are entitled asshats who’ve profited at my expense.
My friends, just like my siblings, have stopped indulging my nonsense.
How I use the money you gave me is none of your business.
I smoked it away. Send me some ASAP. Don’t ask me why.
I won’t grovel for money. I hate grovelling.
How dare you ask me to account for how I used up your money?
I should never have taken your money.
You lent me money only so you could manipulate me.
We’ll rent a place and move in together.
I can’t wait to have sex with you.
Wear a crop top when we meet next time.
I can’t wait to have sex with you.
I miss you so badly.
I can’t wait to have sex with you.
I don’t drink on weekdays.
My vices have standards.
I have never blanked out from drinking.
My vices have standards.
I have never hit anybody in a drunken state.
My vices have standards.
If it’s gonna make me mad, don’t say it.
I’m not a fan of the truth.
Why must you always make me mad?
I’m not a fan of the truth.
See how mad you made me!
I’m not a fan of the truth.
I’m not in this for the angst.
Stop pointing out my flaws.
Accept me as I am, else I can’t.
Stop pointing out my flaws.
You’re breaking me all over again.
Stop pointing out my flaws.
I’m smarter than your ex-boyfriends.
You’re a slut.
You need to raise your standards.
You’re a slut.
Go back to that bloody dating app.
You’re a slut.
…
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You will never find another like me.
(No comments)
***
He is right about that last one, though.
About the Author
Megha Nayar was longlisted for the Commonwealth Short Story Prize 2020 and the New Asian Writing Short Story Prize 2020. More recently, one of her stories was showcased at India’s prestigious Kala Ghoda Arts Festival 2021. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Trampset, Variety Pack, Versification, Out of Print, Rejection Letters, Coven Editions, Burnt Breakfast, Brown Sugar, Marias at Sampaguitas, Cauldron Anthology, Harpy Hybrid Review, Potato Soup Journal, Postscript Mag, Ayaskala Mag and The Daily Drunk Mag, among others. She tweets at @meghasnatter.
