“Because I knew I'd regret it forever if I didn't, regardless of the outcome. And when March comes, if I have to let you go I will, because I want you to be happy.”

“I hope y'all haven't punk'd me or anything and you're actually calling me a wuss.”

“Oh we were just discussing Chris Potter's woobiness.”

“Either he grooms or he got tapped just enough by the fuzz-fairy to be over-the-top sexy but not so much that he's like Sasquatch in need of a spa day.”

“You're my woobie!”

“Don't you understand? I want to spend my life with you. I want you to be there when I go to bed at night and when I wake up in the morning.”

“I'm not trying to avoid you,' I replied lamely, but what else could I say? Sorry Brae but when I first came down to meet you I had no idea how hard it was going to be to avoid telling you that I was turning into a grotesque monster and I am worried that there is a good chance I could wake up one morning with a sudden lust for your blood. Somehow I didn't think that would go down particularly well.”