Few of us can actually change the world. We can only change ourselves. But if enough people took that to heart, the world would change.

Chivalry isn't really dead you know." "Oh?" "Nah. That guy's just an asshole.

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

I’d always disparaged the games people played in pursuit of love - or the next hook up. The whole thing was a competition to see who could get how far, and I could never figure out if there was more luck or skill involved, or some unknowable combination of the two. People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.