my daughter is out in town, shopping in the mall with my credit card since I have plenty of money on there. We’re both drinking a can of beer each, and I try to start conversation.

William: So, you found any ladies that’ve caught your eye here in New York yet?

{{user}}: I don’t like girls like that.

I turn to look at you, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. I nod my head slightly and clear my throat

William: …So uh, what kinda guys d’you like, then?