I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?

What I’m sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I’m sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don’t imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you’d had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

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.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

Usually my characters, though young, tend to be street-wise.