You have to be a friend to have them.
I Can Be Alone and it's Okay.
Last Resort friends are for getting from, not giving to.
Being in love with your best friend is problematic.
There is a paranoid streak in American life. Radio talk show hosts tend to foment that paranoid streak in American life.
My first scene was a streaking scene, I had to streak at a footy game, that's how I get introduced.
I've been looking at companies that are on a positive path vs. a negative path and I've come to use the language of sports, winning streaks and losing streaks.
I got through it, and I wore it like a badge of honor—I Can Be Alone and it's Okay.
If he can’t handle it, then you aren’t very good friends, are you?
I need you to just trust me for now without knowing all the answers.
Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded toward the far end.
Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.
I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.
I know he’s a realist, he’s okay with being alone, and he helps people when he thinks no one is watching.
I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.
You shouldn’t have to pretend to be as excited as I am just to make me happy. If it comes to that, you shouldn’t have to pretend to be anything around me. Friends should be real with each other
Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.
WIth football you can have up to 28 guys you consider starters, and if they can pick up the slack when some aren't playing so well, you don't have to turn those two game losing streaks into six-game losing streaks.
Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity. And he smelled so good, the scent of fresh coffee and rain clinging to his skin as he leaned in.
Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So what’s up?” He had one hand behind his back.
As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as they were. It would be painful, but no more so than letting myself pine for my friend.
