We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I don't see why ogling same-sex kissing should be the exclusive domain of frat boys whacking off to lesbian action, that's so sexist. Feminism should be all inclusive- it should be about sexual liberation, equal pay for equal work, and the fundamental girl right of boy2boy appreciation.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?

You should never wish for wishful thinking.