A Real Relationship Is Two-way.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.

Just Because Of That One Disastrous Blind Date She Had Last Year, Where The Guy Turned Out To Be Fifty-nine, Not Thirty-nine (he Claimed It Was A Typo. Yeah, I’m Sure His Finger Just Happened To Slip Two Spaces To The Left).

I Can See The Warmth. He's Falling For Me.

...you May Be Able To Sway People's Heads. But You Can't Sway Their Hearts.

I'm An Impulse Buyer. I Don't Really Go Out With A List.