"Well, how was your Saturday night?" I ask.
“Started out fantastic”, she said, “but then my friend who is visiting from NY needed to borrow my bedroom to bring this dude home, and I was all for it, since she is going through a bad break up. So I asked my brother’s best friend if I could crash at his place, since he has tun of room. But then he tried to kiss me so I had to punch him. As if he didn’t know any better, he knows me from grade school, he knows I grew up with brothers."
"How many brothers?" I ask?
"Four, two younger and two older. The older ones used to beat me up, and I beat up the younger ones. I don't shy from physical confrontation."
"How about some parental supervision?"
"Haha" she said.