Cinderella!" Dov Cried. "let Down Your Hair!

Tal Told Me He Loved Me, And Told Me And Told Me, But You Don't Tell Someone That And Then Tell Them They're Not Experienced Enough In Bed And Should Read A Book Or Something To Learn, Or They Should Try Wearing Deep-red Lipstick And Tight Skirts To Look Hot Like Their Best Friend Once In A While. If Tal Hadn't Lied To Me When He Said He Loved Me, I Might Not Be Without A Future Right Now, A Sucker Who Was So Chickenshit She Allowed Herself To Believe A False Dream From A False God. I'm Not Sure I Ever Even Liked Tal, Much Less Loved Him.

But She's Not, And I Am Left To Wonder On My Own: How Does This Work, The Getting To Know A New Guy Without Revealing Too Much Desperation For His Undivided Attention?

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

I'm So Into You, It's Not Even Funny. (naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

You Know The Reason The Beatles Made It So Big?...'i Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First Single....brilliant. Perhaps The Most...brilliant Song Ever Written. Because They Nailed It. That's What Everyone Wants. Not 24/7 Hot Wet Sex. Not A Marriage That Lasts A Hundred Years. Not A Porsche...or A Million-dollar Crib. No. They Wanna Hold Your Hand. They Have Such A Feeling That They Can't Hide. Every Single Successful Song Of The Past Fifty Years Can Be Traced Back To 'i Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And Every Single Successful Love Story Has Those Unbearable And Unbearably Exciting Moments Of Hand-holding.