“I find more peace with you.”

“I wanted someone a little more approachable," I explained."What, like Captain McTropicalShorts back there? Where on earth did you find him anyway?""Just did an Internet search." Feeling a need to defend my research, I added, "He comes highly recommended.""By who? Long John Silver?”

“Can't you... I don't. Find a hobby or something?""Being charming is my hobby.”

“You…you need to move on,” I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. “You need to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting your time with me.”He remained firm. “It’s my time to waste.”

“I find prostitutes vastly important.”

“Because it's one of those things I never expected in my lifetime," he told me. "Like a comet. Or world peace. I'm just used to you being single."For some reason, that bothered me. "What, you don't think any guy would ever be interested in me?"Actually," said Adrian, sounding remarkably serious, "I can imagine lots of guys being interested in you.”

“I had Lissa's number memorized and I sent her the following note:I know what you're going to do, and it is a BAD idea. I'm going to kick both your asses when I find you.”