Conversation about Ice Cream and Relationships

Hey, do you wanna, um, go get some ice cream or something?

Yeah, I can take you to get some ice cream.

You're not gonna have any ice cream?

No, I had some food before, but I can take you to get some.

Oh, uh, no, that's fine.

But you just said you wanted to get ice cream.

It's fine.

Hi.

Who's that?

I'm his girlfriend interpreter. It's a subscription service.

I don't want to get ice cream unless you're also getting ice cream,

because I can't enjoy it without you.

Doing it by myself will make me feel unloved and like a

fat pig.

That's exactly what I just said.

Okay. Well, I'll get some ice cream, sure. That sounds like fun.

Mm, no, the moment's gone now.

What?

I don't want ice cream anymore. You've ruined it, because you're just

going to do it because you know that I wanted you to, but you have to want

to want it yourself.

Do you wanna do something else?

Sure.

What about putt-putt?

Like mini golf?

Yeah.

Uh,

yeah, okay.

I'd rather gouge my own eyes out than play mini golf with you.

I think every woman probably secretly hates putt-putt.

It's dumb.

What, I...

Oh, sorry, mum's calling me.

Oh, you can, you can get it.

Oh, thanks.

Don't fucking answer it. In the middle of our conversation where

I'm feeling

really vulnerable, you're going to ignore me to talk to your

mother, who I'm pretty

sure hates my guts.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm not fine. This is a deeply upsetting conversation.

I'm gonna go to my room later and play this over in my head about 100

times, and

analyze our relationship and whether or not I'm doing the right thing by being

with

you.

Hm.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Is that true?

He's fine