I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But

Why Should I Tell You?" He Asked, With No Small Amount Of Petulance. "if You Tell Me, I Will Leave You Alone," I Said. "and If You Don't Tell Me, I'm Going To Grab The Nearest Ghostwritten James Patterson Romance Novel And I Am Going To Follow You Through This Store Reading It Out Loud Until You Relent." Now I Could See The Fright Beneath The Defiance.

I Mean, I Think I Am Basically A Cool Girl, But I Am Also A Pain In The Ass.

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.

Males Are The Most Incomprehensible Species.

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.