People Come To New York To Be

I'm Liking That I Can Throw Any Kind Of Sentence At Her Without Worrying It's Too Out There.

When Is The Night Over? Is It The Start Of Sunrise Or The End Of It? Is It When You Finally Go To Sleep Or Simply When You Realize That You Have To?

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 Thought About The Bigger Picture Of My Life, And About The People—and Particularly The Guys—i Would Encounter During My Lifetime. How Would I Ever Know When That Moment Was Right, When Expectation Met Anticipation And Formed … Connection?

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.