I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.

Some women were talking about how I put out. And that's just not that case. I don't put out - unless I'm asked very, very politely, and that's not putting out, that's just giving in.

As you can see, I speak many languages, including the language of sex.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

I used to carry a rabbit's foot for luck. Then it was a monkey's paw. Now it's a camel's toe.

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.

I'm so happy to be around people. I just really like people, and being a freelancer can be lonely during the day, when you're at home trying to write anything you can.