She said what?

The man sat for a while at the bar with a girl who might be his girlfriend. Then he said to her:
“A gal I knew once had a shirt that said, waiting for the right guy while having fun with all the wrong ones. So I asked her if I was the wrong guy and she said no. I asked her if I was the right guy and she said no. I asked her what kind of guy I was and you know what she said?”
“I dunno,” said the girl. “What did she say?”
“She said, I dunno, are you having fun?”
“And what did you say?”
“I forget what I said. But what do you say to a thing like that?”
The girl said nothing but drew her cigarette from her lips. The brown filter was pink from all the lipstick. “I don’t know what I’d say,” she said quietly.
“Well, let’s get outta here then, what do you say?” said the man.
“Outta here?”
“Yes, that’s what I said. Outta here.”
“Like back to your place?”
“If that’s what you’d like.”
“Well, I don’t want to go back to your place,” said the girl. “It smells like soup.”
“Don’t be silly. The soup’s not from my place. It’s from the place behind my place.”
“Well, that’s almost just the same, isn’t it?”
For a moment the man said nothing. He just stood there contemplating the smell of the soup from the place behind his place. He had eaten there often and it was much better than the soup the girl had brought him for when he had the flu. He didn’t say a thing about that now. Instead he said: “I don’t smell like the soup though, do I?”
“No, you don’t smell like soup,” said the girl.
“Thank god,” said the man. “Now let’s go to your place.”