He Said, "people Wait Their Whole Lives

But Then You Hear That He Can't Hear You, You See That He Can't See You. You Are Not Here--and You Haven't Even Died Yet. You See Yourself Through His Eyes, As The Generic Woman, The Skirted Symbol On The Ladies' Room Door.

Finally, I Asked How You Got A Boy To Like You Back. She Said, 'just Be Yourself,' As Though I Had Any Idea Who That Might Be.

Nice,' I Say, Realizing Only Afterward That I've Mimicked Her, A Bad Habit Of Mine; I'm Like One Of Those Animals That Imitates Its Predators To Survive.

I Hate Weddings,' She Says. 'they Make Me Feel So Unmarried. Actually, Even Brushing My Teeth Makes Me Feel Unmarried.

It Scares Me. But Then I Get This Big Feeling, Simple But Exalted: He's Like Me, Just With Different Details.