Sometimes I even felt like he dated me as part of his plan, like they were going to have a checklist on the application, and one of the things to tick off was going to be, "Do you have a reasonably intelligent girlfriend who shares your aspirations, and who is fully prepared to accept your limited availability?

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

My rule is: the second you find yourself doing something you hate, quit doing it.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

Having your back scratched is not the only reason to be married, but it is a good one, especially for those spots that are so hard to reach by yourself.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.