Dear S.Q. I met a woman and went to her place, buzzed but not wasted. What a pigsty. She gave some half-assed joke that the maid was coming the next day. The sex was good but the sheets were filthy and the pillow smelled like a dog’s butt. She wants to see me again, which will never happen. I told her flat out that her place was disgusting. She cried but I couldn’t even feel sorry. Am I an ass?
Dear Honest, If you didn’t tell her the truth, maybe she’d never figure out why she has no second dates. Or maybe she’s been told before but is a slow-learner. Good for you for not ghosting her but putting the naked truth in her face. -SQ
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