I Think Relationships Are Very Difficult. It's

I'm Not Sure That Insecurity Is A Good Enough Excuse For That Sort Of Behavior. We're All Insecure, And I Really Think He's Old Enough To Have Discovered The Reasons Behind His Insecurity, And Do Something About Them." ...lucy

And Suddenly I Realize That Although I've Never Thought About Being In Love With Nick Before, All The Right Ingredients Are There. I Fancy Him. I Like Him. He's My Friend. He Makes Me Laugh. I Love Being With Him. And I Start To Feel All Sort Of Warm And Glowy, And Screw The Other Stuff. Screw The Stuff About Him Having No Money, And Living In A Bedsit, And Not Being What I Thought I Wanted. I'm Just Going To Go With This And See Where It Ends Up. I Mean, No One Says I Have To Marry The Guy, For God's Sake.

I Do What Most Women Do. I Meet Someone And Some Of It's Right, Maybe He Looks Right, Or Has The Right Job, Or The Right Background, And, Instead Of Sitting Back And Waiting For Him To Reveal His Other Bits, I Make Them Up. I Decide How He Thinks, How He's Going To Treat Me, And, Sure Enough, Every Time I Conclude That This Time He's Definitely My Perfect Man, And All Of A Sudden, Well, Not So Suddenly Perhaps, Usually Around Six Months After We've Split Up, I See That He Wasn't The Person I Thought He Was At All.

It's About Thinking That Being Blonde And Slim And Perfect Will Automatically Bring You Happiness, And Then Discovering That Life Is Full Of As Many Disappointments As There Were Before.

Covers, So Many Covers, So Many Different, Delectable Pictures, And Although, Metaphorically Speaking, It Is The Thing I Hate Most, When It Comes To Literature I Always Judge Books By Their Covers. First The Cover Will Catch My Eye, Then I Read The Back Of The Book, And Then Finally The First Page.