“Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again.”
“We'll meet again. We'll meet when years have passed, and years make such a difference, don't they?”
“I want you to make me a promise. A promise, that you will do your best to follow my rules. That you will do your best – to never give me cause to hurt you again.”
“Don't do that again! Not ever again!" I told him."I should say the same to you," he said. I could feel his breath, warm on my neck. "Promise me!" I demanded."I... I promise.""I can't lose you.”
“Every ending is also a beginning. We'll meet again, I promise.”
“I give off good vibes, kids, dogs, and middle-aged divorcées like me”