He had glitter on his arm.

“My girlfriend.” He said by way of explanation.

Oh. Girlfriend. His girlfriend is the type that wears glitter. I was disappointed, partially from the girlfriend piece but also that he dated that type. I had thought higher of him. He gave another explanation, I think in reaction to my face, which I am sure conveyed my silent judgment.

“She’s 22 and has big boobs. We’re breaking up tonight.”