Will you ruin me?

From "Up in Midtown," the winner of the Faux Hemingway story writing contest:

He held her hand and they sipped the martinis and he thought about her trust fund, and whether she would ruin him.

“ Will you ruin me?” he asked her.

“ Yes,” she said, “but in the good way a woman ruins a man.”

She squeezed his hand and they sat, not speaking, and Dick knew that he still had plenty of time to figure out what she meant by that.

Ahh, yes. Mimicking as the top sport of choice for creative writing majors. And the choices! Sure, let's spare Hemingway and Faulkner for now. But why anyone would want to write like [insert name of Pinoy writer from your favorite literary barkada here] still puzzles me. Why try to be someone you're not? Besides, you can't be them. They already beat you to it. As the Matrix philosophy would put it, quit contorting yourselves. There is no canon.