“Who'd I like to meet??? A guy that is actually worth my time!”

“A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?”

“There was only one thing I could do to ease the pain. I turned to the only four guys who'd never let me down. The only four guys who'd never broken my heart, who'd never disappointed me. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Anybody who has ever clung to a song like a musical life raft will understand. Or put on a song to bring out an emotion or a memory. Or had a soundtrack playing in their head to drown out a conversation or a scene.”

“I felt like someone who'd been informed that she wasn't actually a hooker; that in fact she was a lady of the evening.”

“Some girls can't stand to be around the guy they like. They get really nervous, and rather than make fools of themselves, they just stay away. I was the opposite; the more I liked a guy, the more I wanted to be around him. I was the type who'd join the same org, or pick the same elective. Sure I was probably looking like a fool five times a day over a bunch of things, but I liked being close to someone I admired.”

“But is a good guy worth the risk of losing sight of my goals? My dreams?”