Never Date Your Brother's Best Friend

If one wishes to elicit a reaction from the elusive species known as 'reservus quietgirlius,' one must poke.

...maybe that's art. Seeing beauty others miss and capturing it.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Point is, you have the power to choose. You don’t have to fall in love with someone who will break your heart. That’s not love.

The ride back to Jaeger’s is silent, what with the bomb he dropped. It took on nuclear proportions when he handed me a check for my portion of the commission—forty percent. If he shocked me speechless with the carving, I almost passed out when he handed me the check. Jaeger had to get me out of his client’s house quickly; my speech had degraded to mumbles and gasps.

The customer in front of me swigs his diluted complimentary drink. He’s in a red floral Hawaiian shirt that stretches over a massive beer belly. I’m ignoring the coarse black hair poking through the gaps between his buttons, so I won’t be forced to gouge my eyes out later.

Sounds fun, but I’ve got a Skype date with Eric.

Instead of moving toward me, though, Gen drops her arms to her sides and takes an unsteady step in the direction of the water. She crouches among the large rocks and I can’t see her anymore. A stone flies from her direction into the lake, sending out tiny waves.

You can either be passionately pissed off, or passionate about something that makes you happy. It’s your choice.

I wanted you to figure it out on your own. A mother doesn’t tell her daughter not to date a guy. It’s a sure way to push her into his arms.

The more I get to know you, the more I realize you’re everything I wanted and still want.

My mom taught my brother and me to be independent and to provide for ourselves instead of relying on others.

The guy seriously knows how to cook, while I’ve been keeping the frozen meal section of the grocery store in business.

Now that it’s over, I know I’ll miss him. Not in an I’m in love kind of way, but in a this is the guy I spent the last two years with way.

which shouldn’t be attractive. But for some reason he looks hot, all sweaty and disheveled. He’s not wearing his shirt, and the close proximity to his muscled

What better time to try something new than when you have nothing to lose.

Is he crazy? No one has ever told me my doodles are good, not that I flash them around or anything. Gen likes them, but she also thinks vampire romances are literature and sings along to 'Islands in the Stream.' Her tastes are dubious. She's not a reliable source.

You're not a loser. You're almost as smart as me, which makes you one of the smartest people on the planet.

Mom discovered too late that sometimes a hardworking man is more successful than a brilliant one.