- Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.

Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.

Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.

Whether it's right or wrong, fight for what you believe in.

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.

My dream is to find a guy who'll love me despite my flaws and won't turn away from me when a perfect girl walks by. Maybe a boy like that doesn't even exist.

Man, my girl is one tough chick when she wants to be. I wonder if it has something to do with those big, comfy granny panties she’s got on.