His name was George. I never met him, nor do I have the slightest idea as to how or when he died.
We listen, really, truly listen, something that I don’t think we do in society enough these days.
While my peers were up prank phone calling, nearly overdosing on Pixie sticks, and practicing the earliest form of flirting, TPing, I stayed up late watching Nora Ephron films.
One of the nights when my mom was asleep, my dad fell in the bathroom.
You will never know the way I kiss on a Sunday morning.
Within minutes of casting my eyes upon his slender frame, nerdy-chic wardrobe, and witnessing his lyrical genius, I melted into one smitten kitten.
An ancient philosopher from the mystical land of Toronto once said, “You’re a good girl and you know it.”
He has a girlfriend. And that girlfriend is not you.
5. Stop making jokes during foreplay.