“I spent the weekend after our date wishing I could stab him with my fluffy-duck pen and staring at the phone hoping he'd call. Dating is a very tricky business.”

“Ed? Are you alive?’‘Yes..and that’s genuinely surprisingsince your bike went over me abouthalfway down. You’re a very dangerousgirl to date.’'We’re not on a date.”

“I kept thinking I wouldn't make it to Friday night. That something would happen before then to mess with my luck, something like a nuclear bomb going off so there was nowhere for us to meet."Pretty harsh," Leo said when I called him to come get me because she'd left me in the gutter with a broken nose. She never even called to check she hadn't killed me. A date like that makes a guy wish they would drop the bomb. Right over his house.”

“We didn’t have a date. A date ends in akiss, not blood and broken cartilage.”

“Gorilla, a guy who got his name because he's hairy and because his arms are so long his knuckles scrape the floor. He's grinning and moving closer and she's blocked in on all sides by a mass of bodies. I look at her and him. I look at the window. I think back to our date. She can always break his nose if he gets too friendly. I jump through, land on the grass, and turn around. Who am I kidding? I want to see it if she breaks his nose.”

“A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards."I predict I will," she said.”

“So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.”