GUESTBREAKER: You Keep Saying, "Oh My God, You Hate Me!"
If you keep saying that, it’s going to become true. I just hit on you at the bar because you looked drunk. Our four minutes of conversation do not at all warrant your not-at-all-veiled concern about my perception of you. The truth of the matter is that I can easily sleep with somebody I hate so long as nobody is constantly reminding me of that hate. So while I find your blatant insecurity truly alarming, I have to at least thank you for watching out for me. No, please…oh gosh…can you just be quiet for a minute so I don’t accidentally put my real number in your cell phone.
A Guest Dealbreaker written by NYC comedian and frozen food connoisseur Noah Garfinkel.






