You think I'd cheat on you?" I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. "With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.

Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?

I don’t have any mottoes. If I did I would forever be contradicting them.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

...even though you said yes to the wrong man, I hope that won't cause you to say no to the right one.