"I think I've figured out your problem," Kristi is telling Mason as they walk around the lit Mall monuments and Reflecting Pool. I know of no restaurants they could have gone to in that area. Well, there are those vans where they have hot dogs. "Really? I hope you'll tell me," Mason says. "You're too nice," Kristi tells him. "Am I?" Mason asks, intrigued. Kristi elaborates on the hypocrisies of her sex: "Most women, they say they want the good guy, but really they want the bad guy. They want the bad guy with that little glimmer that says they could be a good guy if you just did a little work on them." "They want the rough edges," Mason says, understanding. "It's all about the rough edges," Kristi confirms. Mason muses, "I think I know that guy." "I think he's your roommate," Kristi laughs. "Well, damn," Mason acts defeated. "I said that's what most women want. I didn't say all women; I didn't say me," Kristi the coy one says coyly and walks away coyly enticing Mason to follow her. By the way, "coy" means testicles in Romanian.
Finley calls out for her brother, "Mason! Mason! Mason!" until you want to smack her (if you weren't already itching to smack her for the last forty-five minutes). Finley sees Pete doing laundry and asks, "Oh, hey, have you seen Mason?" "He's on a date," Pete tells her. "Really, who with?" Finley asks. "Kristi," Pete tells her, while pulling out his undies. "Kristi, wow, and you're okay with it?" Finley asks. "Sure, why not?" Pete asks, puzzled. "Why not? I thought you and she were --" "Friends," Pete interrupts her, "just friends." "But I saw--" Finley starts to say teasingly. "Fin, I don't expect you to understand, but sometimes, girls and guys --" "What, what makes you think I wouldn't understand?" Finley whines, pretending to be hurt. She goes on: "I'm just saying it might make you feel a little funny about Mason dipping his cup into the same well, so to speak." At this, Finley pulls Pete's tighty-whities out from his basket and examines them. Pete laughs, "The same well, Fin, it's okay, he cleared it." "Oh, he cleared it, did he? Is that some kind of rule?" Finley asks. "Yes, as a matter of fact it is, it's the rule of guys. Now listen up, it's okay for a guy to go out with a girl his friend's already slept with as long as he get the okay from his buddy first," Pete explains. "Otherwise?" Finley asks. "No go," Pete responds. "I see," Finley says, folding another pair of TWs, "and where are these rules written exactly? In the caveman handbook?" "Huh?" Pete asks furrowing his Cro-Magnon brow. "Your approach to women sounds a lot like your approach to livestock," Finley says. Pete explains the difference: "I don't sleep with livestock." "And they say all men are pigs," Finley says coyly. Yes, I was about to ask the same question: What is with all the coyness tonight?