“I wish I could say I’m low maintenance, but I like some of the finer things in life…like a toothbrush.”

“I wish people used wishes to modify themselves instead of others. Wish to be low maintenance. Wish to be autonomous, even.”

“I wish I could climb the corporate ladder like I could climb a tree, but I can’t, because I’m afraid of heights. And bark.”

“I said nothing. I’m good at saying nothing. I don’t like talking. I could go the rest of my life without saying another word, if I had to.”

“If I spent ten years in prison, I’d probably come to value the small things in life. Things like good food, a comfy bed, and a toothbrush sharpened into a shank.”

“Of course.” She fluffed her hair. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m very high maintenance.”“Uh, I think low maintenance is what’sdesirable.”“Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.” With barely a breath, she added, “Now let’s find out if we’re compatible, shall we?”