“I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.”
“He wasn’t perfect or anything. He wasn’t your fairy-tale Prince Charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away.”
“It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.”
“Retail therapy—usually one of my first resorts—wasn’t working; I felt like a cat that smelled pit bull.”
“I wasn’t gorgeous but I still didn’t understand why I wasn’t good enough for anyone.”
“You don’t have any balls?’ For once I wasn’t trying to be insulting.”