You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

You fell in love with me?

Actually, I came because I have a last-minute invitation. My friend Erika Gill is having a big party tomorrow night, one of those all-out birthday bashes that girls like. Want to go?" ---------------------------------------- "No. Sorry." "Since it's a catered thing, at a restaurant, I'll pick you up at- what did you say?" "I'm sorry. I can't do it." ---------------------------------------- "You're busy?" "I just can't do it," I said.

Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.