0r, if I'm lucky, my male counterpart... an obese man or a guy with a harelip, will invite me to coffee... and we'll pretend to love each other and tighten up... because we're so desperately afraid of growing old alone.
و اگه خيلي خوش شانس باشم،يه نفر مثل خودم يه بدريخت منو به قهوه دعوت مي كنه و وانمود مي كنيم كه همديگه رو دوست داريم و در بغل مي گيريم