I've Always Been Sort Of A Closet

But I Know The Difference. Everyone Else Is A Ghost. I Exist Here Alone, Stranded By Choice. Deserted.

Why Should I Tell You?" He Asked, With No Small Amount Of Petulance. "if You Tell Me, I Will Leave You Alone," I Said. "and If You Don't Tell Me, I'm Going To Grab The Nearest Ghostwritten James Patterson Romance Novel And I Am Going To Follow You Through This Store Reading It Out Loud Until You Relent." Now I Could See The Fright Beneath The Defiance.

I Mean, Like Most Guys, You Carry Around This Girl In Your Head, Who Is Exactly Who You Want Her To Be. The Person You Think You Will Love The Most. And Every Girl You Are With Gets Measured Against This Girl In Your Head.

We're Better Off. But I Don't Know If The World's Better Off. I Don't Know If The Two Are The Same Thing.

I Particularly Loved The Adjective Bookish, Which I Found Other People Used About As Often As Ramrod Or Chum Or Teetotaler.