"She's probably too cool for him," Eddie says, turning them down the street where the restaurant sits. "Just like you were too cool for him. Just like most girls are too cool for most dudes, that's just fact."

Eddie likes women. A lot. He's liked an occasional dude, too, not that he's about to start talking about it here with Chrissy, but he tends to lean toward women. And without fail, they're always so fucking cool, so much cooler than he is, even the ones he's just kind of fooled around with.

"Here we are," he says, opening the door and holding it for Chrissy, then waving his arm with a little bow.