This is a conversation I just had.
Me: I don’t care if he pushes me against a wall and invokes the spirit of Hemingway, himself. I’m not sleeping with him.
Friend: Hemingway? I would think Henry James would be better.
Me: Henry James was gay.
Friend: The Tropic of Cancer guy?
Me: You mean Henry Miller.
Friend: Oh yeah.
This is also one of the many reasons I’m single.