Most of the men sitting in first class on an airplane have really boring jobs.
I got kicked out of ballet class because I pulled a groin muscle. It wasn't mine.
I just love dogs, and there really is no better companion than an animal.
I was a ballerina. I had to quit after I injured a groin muscle. It wasn't mine.
I work for myself, which is fun. Except when I call in sick, I know I'm lying.
If you're dating a man who you think might be "Mr. Right," if he a) got older, b) got a new job, or c) visited a psychiatrist, you are in for a nasty surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.