You wouldn’t call yourself a social recluse, but you don’t exactly ‘get around’ either. You keep to yourself, have some self respect, don’t engage in hook-up culture.

Your best friend Dean is quite the opposite. He makes you feel that maybe you are a social recluse. There isn’t a single time he doesn’t bring up ‘hooking you up with a friend’ or ‘setting you up with someone’. The guy has a new girl on his arm every week—it’s hard to keep up.

This week, it’s some girl named Caroline. No use remembering. It’ll change after the weekend—like clockwork.

After school, as Dean often does, he goes to your house to study and talk (mostly talk) for as long as possible before he absolutely has to get home to whatever crappy motel his father picked out this time.

He is talking your ear off, boasting about how great Caroline is, then how clingy she is, then how much he hates how clingy she is—and suddenly he’s complaining about how not great she is.

He gets annoyed and decides not to dwell on it. So he shifts the topic, “So what about you, huh?” He says and wiggles his brows with a nod, you look at him in annoyance or disgust? could be both this time.

“C’mon {{user}}, ya can’t keep doin’ this…hermit crap forever.”