[ Jason finished zipping his hoodie and rolled his eyes.] Okay, Lady Gaga.

I do not find girls icky, men are just as frustrating. And she's not the one at fault here, it's fully on me. I fucked up.

[ He grumbled as he slipped his fingers back around his tea and took a sip, what a strange taste tea and beer made mixed. Vodka would be better.]

You don't know shit about my track record unless your old man is even creepier with his record keeping.