<b><a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/001246.html">Laina and Nathan (A NYC Short Story)</a></b><br/> Man: Why'd you read all my email? Woman: I only did it once. Man: Yeah, right. You mentioned whether I wrote to Barry about that girl from Canada out of the blue, where'd that come from? Woman: Why would I lie? Man: It's against the law. You violated me. I'd never do that to you. Woman: You'd do it. Man: No. Woman: You don't get it. Man: I do. Woman: Here, read my email. Man: No. Woman: Read mine! Man: Laina, no! Woman: "I liked the way you touched me after yoga class--" Man: Laina, it was a joke! Woman: It's not funny. Man: It was a joke. Woman: You fucked her! And what about Match.com girl? You gave her your home email. Man: Please. When was this? Woman: January. What is that? You want to screw other people? Why is that? Man: Laina...it was a joke. Woman: Oh, and what about this? "I love the way your long hair shakes down onto my chest. I will have to repay you soon." Man: I didn't pay her a dime. Woman: Two weeks later you went with me and my family to the Vineyard. Man: You have every right to be upset. It was once, honey! Woman: You told me you loved me! Man: It was a joke. Woman: You don't joke like this with someone you used to fuck and still likes you. Man: I didn't fuck her. Woman: She still likes you. Man: Laina. Woman: You're sick, Nathan! You hear me?! You're just sick! --Cafe Pick Me Up, Avenue A Overheard by: Gideon Wallace<br/>via <a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/">Overheard in New York</a>, Apr 10, 2005