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What do these names have in common?

John Bender

Chuck Bass

William Pratt

Damon Salvatore

Heathcliff Earnshaw

Gabriel Gray

Logan Echolls

If you say they’re all fictional characters, well, yes, you are correct.

If you’re reading the list and you’re seeing a correlation between some of them, but you don’t know who William Pratt or Gabriel Gray are, would it make any difference to you if I added their more commonly-used nicknames to the list? Here. Here is an amended list. Just for you.

John Bender

Chuck Bass

William “The Bloody” Pratt, a.k.a. Spike

Damon Salvatore

Heathcliff Earnshaw

Gabriel “Sylar” Gray

Logan Echolls

Better?

(And yes, I realize that Heathcliff, not actually being an Earnshaw, doesn’t ever get the surname, but the list looked weird if he only had one name, like Cher or Madonna. And also, I’ve always assumed he was Mr. Earnshaw’s bastard son, and therefore very much an Earnshaw, and also therefore, making his relationship with Cathy ever-so-much-more disturbing, if that’s even possible.)

Yes, they’re all fictional characters. 

They’re also all complete dicks.

And I’m completely in love with all of them.

I have an addiction to the anti-hero.

Not just the anti-hero, either. The dickiest dick of an anti-hero, that’s the one I want. The one that would sell out his own mother and kill your sister and sleep with your best friend and eat all of your Teddy Grahams AND NEVER EVER BUY YOU ANY TO REPLACE THEM OR APOLOGIZE FOR IT.

There are heroes, there are anti-heroes, and there are these kind of guys. The Byronic anti-heroes. The broken ones. The ones that have been so scarred by something in their past that they’re never going to be any good or at all trustworthy but maybe, just maybe, you can be the one who fixes them. You can be the one person that uncovers the treasure, that unearths the jewel hiding behind the grime and filth, that reaches in and fixes what’s been broken and they’ll be loyal to you, and only you, for all time.

In fiction, it’s easy to see what’s so compelling about characters like these. They’re a hell of a lot more readable/watchable than the boring heroes or even the less ambiguous anti-heroes. They’re evil. They do evil things. But if they were just evil, they’d start being boring. We keep coming back because they have hidden motives, they have a rich interior monologue, and every once and a while, a bit of humanity will peep out of their dark places.

Bender will torment a bullied student, but then tell the story of how his father burned him with cigarettes.

Logan will force homeless men to fight for money, but then be forced to walk to the closet to pick out the belt that his father will beat him with that night.

Spike will stalk and kill people in the bloodiest fashion imaginable, but then remember people mocking him for having a crush on a popular girl when he was young.

And you can’t hate them. You can’t, because you see that humanity, and it softens you on them. You just know you could fix them, if given the chance. You see how loyal they are to the few people they let in behind their very high walls and you love them, despite their wrongdoings, no matter how bad they are.

The problem is, this doesn’t hold true in real life.

Let’s take Heathcliff. I assume most of you have read Wuthering Heights, either on your own or as an assignment for a class, or watched one of the million movie adaptations. In case you haven’t, or need a refresher, here you go:

Heathcliff is adopted by the Earnshaw family, and is supposedly a gypsy child (but it’s slightly hinted at that he might be the bastard child of Mr. Earnshaw, which makes for a much better backstory, in my opinion.) He falls in love with his foster sister, Catherine. Catherine and he have a tumultuous relationship, which is characterized by mental and physical abuse on both sides. When his foster father dies, his foster brother forces him to become a servant to the family. Catherine decides she wants to become a lady, and begins hanging out with a higher-class family and spurns Heathcliff, who is now her servant. She marries into the higher-class family despite loving Heathcliff, because he is too low-class for her. He is obsessive and furious and there is a lot of hitting and throwing and such. He runs off, makes a lot of money in shady ways, comes home rich, and seduces Catherine’s sister-in-law and marries her as revenge on both Catherine (who he knows still loves him) and her husband. Catherine is furious and dies not long afterwards in childbirth. Heathcliff abuses his wife in every way possible, for the simple reason that she isn’t Catherine, yet she still loves him completely. He then, over the years, continues to get revenge on everyone who has slighted him, while obsessing over his dead lover, by playing their children against one another. Eventually he dies because he is haunted by Catherine’s ghost. 

This isn’t a very good recap, because it leaves out the simple fact that, no matter what Heathcliff does, and no matter how awful he is, and no matter how he treats the people around him (especially the women) like pawns on a chessboard, HE COMES ACROSS AS COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED. I don’t know how this works but it totally does. I have had a crush on Heathcliff and his obsessive love for his possible half-sister since I was twelve. No, it’s not a crush. I am head-over-heels for Heathcliff. I read it, and the intelligent part of me KNOWS what a dick he is, but the stupidly romantic part of me is very squishy and foolish and thinks “I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME LIKE THAT.”

Here’s the problem.

I had a Heathcliff, once. I was young, and it seemed very romantic. Phone calls at all hours. Declarations of love after knowing one another for a few days. Threats of bodily harm if we could not be together forever. But come to find out, there’s nothing romantic about dating a Heathcliff. Heathcliff, whose passion and fury seem very good on paper, in real life, is scary. Really, really scary. Restraining-order scary.

You do not, under any circumstances, want a real-life Heathcliff, or Damon Salvatore, or John Bender. They are broken. YOU CAN’T FIX THEM. They have to fix themselves, or get professional help for the fixing. Maybe, once they’re fixed, they’ll be up for public consumption again, but until that day, they are off the market. Don’t even try to fix them. It’s a losing proposition. You’ll just frustrate yourself and you also run the risk of getting seriously hurt, in one way or the other, in the process.

I walk the fine line of loving my fictional anti-heroes and keeping away from anyone who shows signs of being this person in real life. There’s nothing inherently bad, I suppose, in loving the fictional anti-hero. Like I said, they’re a lot more watchable/readable. They’re richer, fuller characters. I am bored to tears by the traditional hero who swoops in with motives pure as the driven snow to save the day. The reluctant slacker anti-hero, drawn into service without any desire to be there, is a little more interesting but not much. I want the twisty anti-hero. I want a backstory full of shadow and substance and a character molded by forces that did not have his best interests at heart. I want a nature versus nurture struggle. I want a twirly mustache and a big black hat hiding a heart of gold.

The problem is when you let that bleed over into real life.

In real life, even when I think that’s what I want, I now know it’s not. I know what Heathcliff really looks like, when he steps off the page. A petulant child. A broken pouting bully. Someone who wants to take everyone around him down with him. I don’t want that or deserve that. I’ve had that. I did my time with that. No more of that.

Things are always prettier in fiction. I’ll keep my anti-heroes there, where they can wreak havoc safely for my entertainment purposes. I’ll stick with my fictional dark and twisty guys. I can close the book or turn off the television when I’m done with them. A twelve-step program (“Learn to love the bland! Learn to embrace the safe!”) probably wouldn’t do me much good. I’m not ready to give them up quite yet.

Don't take dating advice from the star of "Howard the Duck."

"When Harry Met Sally cemented the plausibility of that notion (best friends falling in love) and it gave a lot of desperate people hope. It made it realistic to suspect that your best friend may be your soul mate, and it made wanting such a scenario comfortably conventional.  The problem is that the Harry-Met-Sally situation is almost always tragically unbalanced...Every relationship is fundamentally a power struggle, and the individual in power is whoever likes the other person less. But When Harry Met Sally gives the powerless, unrequited lover a reason to live...Nora Ephron ruined a lot of lives...Stories like Say Anything are fucking people up."  from Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman

I've been mulling this over for a while, but decided something needed to be said (ok, fine, written, argue semantics with me, why don't you) when Kevin Marshall (yes, he gets two links, he merits them, and if you're not reading him, you're missing out, so click up there, already - and no, I'm not just saying that because he reads my blog. I'm not bought that cheaply. Although no one has really offered, so I'm not 100% sure what the going rate would be. Get back to me with a price, we'll haggle, and let's see what happens) linked to one of my posts last week, saying it reminded him of something he'd posted on his blog (and in this way, if we keep linking to one another, we become like a ouroboros, without a beginning or end, and will possibly break the Internet.) In particular, my description of the sensitive poetry guy, who was not really sensitive, but really just out to get laid, reminded him of his post about Nice Guy Syndrome.

In reading Kevin's post (in case you're too lazy, or confused by technology, or just a complete loyalist to my blog, in which case, aw!, to click on the link above, the main point of the post is that some self-proclaimed "nice guys" are not, really, and get very up-in-arms and huffy when women don't fall for them; it's obviously the woman's fault - they only want "bad boys", not "nice ones," and not theirs; and the men seem to have a sense of entitlement about the whole thing. I apologize for boiling this down to one or two salient points. It would be a lot more effective if you just read the article, research-phobes), and then reading a multitude of other posts that this led me to over the past few days, I realized two things: I can't stay on task, because I start reading about one thing, and I go in a completely different direction, and is it possible to contract ADD this late in life? And, also, along those lines, who is to blame for this whole nice-guy scenario.

Hollywood. In particular: 80s movies.

Movies make things seem like they could happen, right? I mean, who hasn't watched a movie and come home fired up about something? I mean, I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and wanted that goddamn procedure done immediately. You watch something like Poltergeist and you look at your clown doll a little more suspiciously. (Along those lines, if you have a clown doll at all, I'm looking at you a little suspiciously. Why would you even have one? Do you want your face chewed off as you sleep?) Movies make you think the impossible could happen. And when Hollywood started pumping out movies about lovable losers getting the girl, or best friends falling in love, this gave sad, lonely people, who had always thought, "My best friend - if only he/she looked at me, really looked at me! - he/she would realize we were meant to be!", the validation they'd been looking for.

For the Ladies:  Falling in Love with Your Best Friend

What could be better than this? You don't have to go through the awkward "getting to know you" nonsense. This person already knows you. This person knows you're a neurotic mess who threw up in your desk in the second grade. They like you anyway! There are no secrets that will come out of the closet and strangle your relationship! It is already comfortable; now it can be comfortable, but with sex! This is perfect!

This seems to be a woman's thing, more than a man's, as shown by the examples below, and also in my own experience. I'm not lumping all women into one neat little category, and I'm sure there are men who have crushed on their best friends as well - it just seems more of a female thing to me. And that having been said, I hate when people say "it's a female thing," because it usually means they're referring to PMS or bad navigational skills or inability to make decisions and stick to them. When someone says this, the only decision I want to make and stick to is whether to punch them in the neck or face.

Case Study #1a: Some Kind of Wonderful (1987)

Starring: Eric Stoltz (I always had a crush on Eric Stoltz, so I watched this way too many times as a teenager; I do love ginger boys); Lea Thompson (Marty's mom!); Mary Stuart Masterson; Craig Sheffer; and Elias Koteas (and obviously some other people who don't matter to me that much)

Plot: a boy from the wrong side of the tracks (no, literally, he has to cross railroad tracks to get home, this movie isn't really subtle about symbolism) falls for a girl who, although popular, is also poor. With the help of his scrappy best friend and a motorcycle gang, he takes the popular girl on a date. (Um, ok, in looking this over - and yes, this is pretty much the plot - is it just me, or did not as much happen in 80s movies than happens in movies today? This seems like something that no one would watch today. Not enough transforming robots or sparkly whiny-ass vampires.)

In this movie, Eric Stoltz, who is broody and artistic (but also very polite - it's sweet NO SHUT UP IT IS I LOVE HIM) is best friends with Mary Stuart Masterson. Who seems to possibly be a lesbian for about half of the film, until you realize she's just a major badass who will not conform and is secretly in love with Eric. The movie gets kind of heartbreaking, because he calls on Mary to help him plan, set up, and execute his date with Lea Thompson, and then chauffeur them around all night, watching from the sidelines.

But don't worry! Because it is the 80s! And all that pining, and the one kiss Eric and Mary shared (she tricked him by saying, "Oh, you probably won't know how to kiss on your date! Here, let me show you!" Then they kissed, and it was actually pretty hot. I TOLD YOU I CANNOT RESIST A GINGER), and her longing looks - they pay off! Because just when Mary thinks Eric is going to walk off into the sunset with Lea, and Mary walks home, crying, all alone in the dark in her sad little chauffeur's outfit, Eric pulls up beside Mary and tells her he's loved her all along!

OK, yes, I cry every time I watch it. THAT IS NOT THE POINT.

The point is, this would not happen in real life. In real life, everyone would have gone off to college and forgotten about each other, probably. Eric Stoltz's character, other than in the one scene where Mary kisses him, doesn't show anything but congenial friendship for her character. But suddenly, he has an epiphany! He realizes, hey! My best friend, that is where it's at! She gets me! I don't have to work hard to have her! I already have her!

No. No, no no. This movie ruined countless 80s women. We all started waiting for our awesome best friends to realize we were the ones. When it didn't happen, well, this wasn't quite fair. I mean, the movies made it seem so plausible! So likely! If it worked for Eric and Mary, why not me?

Case Study 1b: When Harry Met Sally (1989)

Starring: (Really? Do I have to tell you? Is there anyone in the world who hasn't seen this a million times?) Billy Crystal, Meg Ryan (pre-duck lips, pre-weird-leaving her husband, possibly for Russell Crowe, back when she was still America's sweetheart), Princess Leia, and Bruno Kirby. (And the old woman who wanted what she was having.)

Alright, before you kick me out of my country for being un-American, I love this movie. I'm saying that up front. Love it. Love it to pieces. It ruined me, and a lot of people like me, but I love it. I own it. I still watch it, and on a regular basis.

I'm not going to recap the plot here. You've seen it. If you haven't seen it, go watch it, because for all of the bitching I'm doing, it's a fine movie.

But Harry and Sally shouldn't have ended up together.

Listen, I'm happy they do. Yes, I cry over it. But if this was real life? Harry and Sally would not have ended up together. Or they might have, but it wouldn't have ended well. They knew each other too well. There was no spark there. There was a good, solid friendship. I feel like they were settling because were afraid of being alone, and because Princess Leia and Bruno Kirby were so sure they should get together, and not because they were in love. (And seriously, that's Princess Leia. You kind of are duty-bound to do what a royal tells you, right? Code of the galaxy or something?)

This movie, even more so than the last, was damaging, because it gave long-term hope. Harry and Sally were friends for over a decade. "If I just hang in there, just a little longer," people thought, "then it'll happen. It happened for Harry and Sally! It can happen for me!" No. It can't. It really, really can't.

I am majorly guilty of this one, folks. I'm a graduate of falling-for-your-best-friend rehab. It's a work in process. Every once and a while, I relapse, and need to work the steps again. Do I blame 80s movies? To the same extent that I blame my own screwed-up psyche, sure. They made it look so goddamn easy. It isn't. It doesn't happen. And I've lost good friends over it. To them, I apologize. I went kind of crazy psycho-stalker there, for a while. I know. Go find Eric Stoltz and yell at him about it, if it helps at all.

For the Gentlemen: Falling in Love with the Lovable Loser

He's a little weird, but he's a good guy. You know the kind: he hasn't really got it all together, but with a little polish, he could be a star. Plus he's got a heart of gold. So who better for the prom queen to fall in love with than a dork?

Again, this seems like a male thing (again with that, and I hate it) as shown in the examples below. I'm sure, again, there are lovable loser ladies who are crushing on the quarterback, or something. I don't know any, but I'm sure they exist.

Case Study 2a: Can't Buy Me Love (1987)

Starring: Patrick Dempsey (before he was McDreamy - way before, no, seriously, you will barely recognize him); a very young Seth Green; and a lot of people who aren't really acting anymore.

Plot: Patrick Dempsey is a loser who offers the most popular girl in school $1,000 to pretend to be his girlfriend so he can become popular. It works. (Again, this is the entire plot. There wasn't a lot asked of 80s screenwriters. I think they spent a lot of time attempting to solve the Rubik's Cube.)

Patrick Dempsey would not get the girl in this movie. He'd get a girl. He's not disgusting. He just wouldn't get this particular girl. She's the most popular girl in school. I'm sorry, but I grew up in the 80s. The most popular girl in school didn't take the time to get to know the loser, let alone throw her friends aside to date him. But Patrick Dempsey does get her (listen, this is the man that would be McDreamy, don't count him out!) So around the world, goofy guys started their campaigns of "hey, if the woman I have a crush on just knew me a little better, she'd love me, too!"

No.

Listen, I'm being very, very serious here. If you confess your feelings to a woman, and they say they aren't interested, it is time to back the hell off. If you don't feel that you can get over them, you need to distance yourself from them until you feel you can control yourself. Don't keep pursuing it, thinking they will change their minds. This is also known as "being a stalker." If, by some stretch of the imagination, she changes her mind, she will come to you. It's not going to happen, but if you think it might, and this thought keeps you sane, stay far away from her and wait for it to happen.

Case Study 2a: Say Anything (1989)

Starring: John Cusack (in the most iconic role of his career), Ione Skye (who never really amounted to much, acting-wise), Frasier's dad; Lili Taylor (seriously, if you haven't seen this, it's worth it for her song "Joe lies when he cries" - trust me on this); Jeremy Piven; Eric Stoltz (I know! Again! GINGER!); Joan Cusack; and a lot of other people

Plot: Cusack, who is a bit of a slacker, falls in love with Skye, a huge overachiever. Skye loves him back for a while, then family issues cause her to pull away. He then holds a boom box up to her bedroom window (playing Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes," the song most women of my age are most likely to want as their first-dance song at their weddings,) and women across the world vowed they would love John Cusack forever. (Also, duh, he gets the girl. He's Lloyd Dobler.)

It pains me to include this movie here. It really does. Because I am one of the people who love this movie beyond belief (well, except for the boring shit with Frasier's dad and Skye - I don't care about her family issues, back to Cusack!) But it deserves to be here for a few reasons:

1. Cusack is a lovable loser who gets the queen bee. She's not the most popular girl in school in this one, she's the most intelligent (and quite beautiful, of course), but he wins her over with his irreverent charm and singleminded dedication to loving her.

2. Once they break up, Cusack becomes a bit of a stalker. Now, she breaks up with him for a false reason - she says something along the lines of "I need more time to study and you're too much of a distraction" but really it's because of her issues with her father going to jail for embezzlement (I am a little murky on this because although I've rewatched this a million times, I zone out during these scenes, which could honestly use a little more of Frasier's dog to punch them up) but Cusack does not take this lying down. No, not our boy. There's the boom box in the window thing. There's a letter he writes her. He kind of stalks her, a little, because that's what true love does, right? True love, it doesn't give up?

Well, here's the thing. It's Cusack, so I'd like to give that a pass. I mean, if Cusack was under my window in that trenchcoat with that look in his eyes, I'm fairly sure he wouldn't be waiting out there in the dark for long. But the girl told him no. And he still kept coming back. That's not acceptable. Yes, yes, it all turns out for the best. But that's not the point. She says goodbye; he says (with his actions), "But I know you didn't mean that." Again, there's a name for that, and it's stalking and harassment; there's an end result for that, and that end result is a restraining order (if you're lucky) and sometimes things more serious (if you're not.)

These movies led to others with similar themes, of course - Reality Bites (they were both kind of crushing on each other there, I think), Zach and Miri Make a Porno (sex on camera leads best friends to fall in love - I'm not going to touch this, Kevin Smith is like unto a God to me, most of the time, sorry to disappoint you), 13 Going on 30 (going forward in time makes the girl realize she loved her best friend all along; probably the only time unrequited love will come to fruition), You've Got Mail (although Tom Hanks kind of only became friends with Meg Ryan in order to make her fall in love with him), along with many others that I'm sure are out there that I'm not thinking of or I haven't seen. There are a few - Pretty in Pink stands out - where the stereotype didn't hold true (although, listen, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm convinced that Duckie was gay. Molly Ringwald even said as much in an interview. He was also quite a stalker. How many times did Andie tell him no? And he did not take it well. At all.)

Klosterman's quote, which I came across years ago when reading his book (I highly recommend it, by the way - funny and intelligent - and if you're more a fiction person, his novel Downtown Owl is brilliant and heart-wrenching) said for me, more succinctly than I could ever hope to, things I'd been wanting to for years. I wrote it down and hoarded it away, like a squirrel with a nut for the winter. Well, now is the winter of my discontent, 80s movies.

Let's talk about power for a minute, ok? Not the kind that comes out of sockets, either. The theory of power in a relationship is a solid one. Sara at Tomato Nation has been talking about it in her Vine column for years. Once you get a crush on someone, your friendship with them is over, or at least the friendship that was. It's morphed into something else. In this new incarnation, the crushee has the power. You've given them that power over you by developing non-friendship feelings for them. They hold the cards; they can do to you what they will, reciprocate, not reciprocate, it's in their hands. An imbalance of power leads to crazy behavior, sometimes. The crushee amps up their wooing, perhaps, or, realizing the object of their affection isn't returning the feelings (and how dare they!) they get very hurt, very quickly, leading to sometimes dangerous retaliatory behavior.

Here's the thing. Your best friend is not going to fall in love with you. "But-" No. I know, I know, it happened to a friend of a friend's cousin. So did a lot of urban legends. Your romantic life should not hinge on something that's hearsay, like the woman who dried her poodle in the microwave or the handicapped kid who trapped a little person in a closet because he thought he was a troll. (No! Seriously! Those happened to my sister's best friend's second cousin's husband - just stop it. They didn't. Snopes is your friend; please use it wisely.) Most relationships are between people who didn't become friends first. Friendly, sure. Not enemies first. That's stupid, too. Once you get into a relationship, you can become best friends (but if you become one of those "we" couples, like, when the other one isn't even around, "We think," "We like," - I'm unfriending you on Facebook. Get some friends and interests of your own. You don't become Siamese twins once you couple up.) But if you sit around waiting for your best friend to suddenly look up and see you in a different light - that's not going to happen. Because they're your best friend. They already know you, in any light. If it were going to happen, it would have already. Meet new people. Be friendly with them. And if one of them is the one? Great. But if they aren't interested? Again, note above where I say back the hell off. (Fine, I didn't say it as plainly above. I'm saying it now.)

Just honor and value yourself a little more than that, alright? Someone rejecting you or someone not like-liking you - they are not worth expending your romantic time and energy on. I'm speaking from experience, here.

And for the love of all that's holy, watch something like Chasing Amy once and a while. Fairytale endings are all well and good, in limited doses, like cookies, but realism has its place, as well. And just as too many cookies bring on Type 2 Diabetes, a steady diet of unrealistic expectations via 80s movies brings on depression, mood swings, shattered dreams, and a lot of time spent alone, wondering, "Why doesn't anyone ever want to date the nice guys/girls of the world?" Nice does not equal intelligent, and intelligent is so much sexier than nice. Trust me on this one.

Selected Items from the "Reasons Why I'm Currently Single" List

#27         One of my exes got us kicked out of somewhere once because he wanted to start a fight with someone. I don’t remember why. All the way home, he kept punching his hand and muttering how he could have taken him. (He couldn’t have.) My father still calls him “The Pugilist.”

#45         I like being able to go out and do things without having to tell anyone where I’m going or when I’ll be back. If I wanted a minder, I’d still live at home with my parents.

#59         I don’t like the idea that someone else would have a say in what gets watched on the living room television. If I want to watch Bridezillas, that’s the way it is. I shouldn’t have to bargain with someone about it.

#71         Another ex, when faced with our imminent breakup, laid in the road and said he’d rather be hit by a car than lose me. I thought this was romantic, rather than COMPLETELY PSYCHOTICALLY INSANE. I obviously do not have good taste in men; therefore, I should stay away from them.

#99         Comfort trumps sensuality when sleeping. I don’t want to wear lingerie. I want to wear sweats or a stretched-out t-shirt.

#117      I have no idea how to flirt. I’m still in the “punch someone in the arm or insult them to show them you like them” 3^rd-grade mindset. This does not work well when you are in your mid-thirties.

#128      I sometimes get crazy eyes when I am really excited about something. If I was in love with someone, there is a good chance I would have permanent crazy eyes; this could not bode well for my chances in living a normal life.

#134      One of the guys I met while online dating packed a bag on our first date – our first time meeting one another – and when the date was over, and I made to get out of the car, showed it to me and got very, very angry that I was not inviting him up for a sleepover. “But I find you attractive! When is someone ever going to find you attractive again?” he said. He seemed normal, until the date. See #71 – bad, bad taste in men. Should not be allowed around them. Or, I should, and I could be used like a drug dog, and could sniff out the crazy ones for nice girls to avoid.

#146       I’m kind of a bitch. I don’t really want to constantly have to be on guard about that. Some days, things really, really piss me off. It is not a good idea to get in my space on those days. But if you had a significant other – they are always in your space. Oh, also I have personal space issues, so there’s that. OK, let’s just say, I’m a big old ball of crazy, and it’s exhausting to think about hiding that from someone.

#151       The kids that called me a huge nerd in high school were right. I've embraced it, but the awesome nerd guys are mostly taken by the other awesome nerd girls.

#157      I’m still waiting for a Breakfast Club-era Judd Nelson to marry me, so I’m really kind of unavailable.