Interior: Dean’s bedroom, late at night. I collapse on top of my boyfriend in post-coital exhaustion.
Dean: Why, young lady, if I didn’t know better, I would say you just came.
Me: (panting) Nah, I was faking it.
In 2006 I vowed to do some of the things I'd never done before. I hope to get a book deal and some notoriety out of this blog, since I am shallow and poor. Nevertheless, it's all true.