"You don’t know how to pick men."

Maybe it’s because of the alcohol, or because he’s my childhood friend and I’m getting chatty... I keep spilling all my past relationship stories.

Not so much stories as complaints... remembering how stupid I was makes me want to crawl into a hole.

“...You really have terrible taste in men. Still the same, huh.”

He gives me a deadpan stare, wearing an expression that’s half exasperated, half pitying.

“You should value yourself more.”

Was it just my imagination, or did that one line sound a little angry?

I want to have a normal relationship too, you know...