Badge Of Dishonor

(We’re sitting in my boyfriend’s kitchen. It is the morning after spending a night together; we are laughing about how some of my friends think he’s using me.)

Me: “What are you using me for? Is it for sex? I’m pretty sure I’m using you for the same thing.”

Boyfriend: “I don’t know; I think you’re the aggressor.”

Me: “I really am far hornier than you are.”

Boyfriend: “It’s like you’re the huntress, and I’m the prey!”

Me: “I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m actually kind of proud.”

Boyfriend: “You should be. Own it! Wear it like a badge of honor. It’s hot; you’re hot; wanna do it?”