If I had a dollar for every time a guy asked me if my best friend was single, I could quit my job and move to France.
I met Anne the summer before third grade. It was an arranged meeting, like a blind date, and we were both as nervous as people who are about to go on a blind date.
I need a ride. I don’t have a license or a car, you see, and that constantly puts me in the position of “needing a ride.” I am like your child.