Facebook is that successful guy you're supposed to want to date, but you can't keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak. Votes: 12
Many of the women in Los Angeles are part of the notorious gang culture, and they will forever have my gratitude for, you know, letting me live. Votes: 9
When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know. Votes: 5
As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control. Votes: 4
Holy crap, my heart was arrogant to believe her spotless track record could stay that way. Votes: 4
Malibu: With sounds of waves crashing, and the ocean at the doorstep, you feel like you are hours away from civilization. And with L.A. traffic, YOU ARE. Votes: 4
My voice falls into Southern drawl when I am tired, drunk, or in trouble. Too often, my accent is attacked by all three of these realities. Votes: 4
My heart had a crush on him from the moment we met, but it was faint, and the rest of me stubbornly refused to play along. Votes: 3
I am not being overly harsh. Overtly hostile, yes, but exactly the right amount of harsh. Votes: 3
His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting. Votes: 1
I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters. Votes: 0