I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m really against all that nonsense. I have a point about this. Sure, I love men, but I’m not going to stick to just one specific person. And I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t get tangled up in some crazy stories. After all, I have the right to the title of a walking catastrophe. He is that very story I’m in danger of getting into up to my ears. And if he needs it so badly—then I’ll be his catastrophe.