Come here often?' I asked instead, humoring no one but myself. So it was totally worth it.

No, no, no, no, no. Anything but murder. Or rape. Or kidnapping. Or armed robbery. Or indecent exposure, ’cause that’s just creepy.

This guy in high school tried to run me over with his dad’s SUV. Bad shoved the vehicle through a store window.” The memory brought a smile to my face.

Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well.

Oh, my god!" I said, throwing my hands over my eyes and hurtling my body against the counter. "What?" "You're naked." "I'm not naked." "I'm blind." "You're not blind. I'm wearing pants." "Oh." That was embarrassing.

Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.

Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.