But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.

Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.

Cabel smiles and hangs up. "Guess what." What," Janie says. We can go out on our first date." Woo hoo!" And guess what else- You're buying." Me? Why?" Because you lost the bet." Janie thinks for a moment. Punches Cabel in the arm. "You did not fail five quizzes or tests!" I did. I have proof.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.

Janie: Did you ever sell drugs? Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh...rather troubled back then. Janie: Why did you stop? Cabel: Got busted, and Captain made me a better deal. Janie: So you've been a narc since then? Cabel: I cringe at your terminology.

Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.