"Because it's not him," she says, rubbing her hand over her face. "Not all of him, anyway. He's...got this massive stick up his ass, but it's a stick that his grandfather and New Haven and Lethe put there and, underneath it all?" She shrugs. "But he is never going to see me as anything other than a piece of shit from Van Nuys. We fucked at New Year, and it was...Great. But it hasn't happened since because I imagine that he pretty much exclusively dates athletic girls named Ashley with shiny blonde ponytails. So."