Was it alright?"
"It was fine."
"What aspect of the definition of fine was it?"
"We had a decent time."
I've been to Walgreens and had a decent time.

But then Macon smiled at me. "Just be yourself, Foster. That's the best thing in the world.

You know where we got stuck? We were looking for faithfull, loving and perfect relationships-males who were always glad to see us."
"So?"
"We already have that!"
"What do you mean?"
"We've got dogs!

It was probably easier in the old days when the bad guys rode into town wearing black capes or whatever bad guys wore and the milk cows were ownded by honest people. Right off the bat, you'd know who you were dealing with. Now everybody dresses alike.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.

My grandma always said that God made libraries so that people didn't have any excuse to be stupid.