I Do Not Pick The Wrong Guys.

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants," She Says, Somewhat Cryptically. I Purse My Lips In Disapproval. "you'd Think The Heart Would Know Better.

Maybe He's Falling In Love With The Idea Of Falling In Love With Me. Maybe He Wants To Be In Love With Someone And I've Ended Up In The Right Place At The Right Time.

He Leans Over And Kisses Me. And Suddenly, My Life Splits In Two: Before And After.

Have I Ever Been In Love? Really In Love? And Why Is It That With Each New Guy I Think I'm More In Love With Him Than The Last?

You Can Get Used To Anything, I Guess, If You've Been There Enough.