I love that men like to look at women, that they love sports, that they need to know the inner workings of mechanical objects. I love the whole makeup of men - that they never mature and are always just boys.

I don't ever really notice when guys are hitting on me. I'm oblivious.

Life is too short not to do a little practical joking.

At a pool party, with everybody around, a guy and I had sex in the pool, but nobody knew it.

I think men are a beautiful creation.

It seems a little self-involved to be like, 'Oh, he's hitting on me.' Maybe he's just trying to start up an innocent conversation.

I'm a firm believer that it's not the way you look or what you have, but what you've got inside.