I despise the rituals of fake friendship. I wish we could just claw each other’s eyes out and call it a day; instead we put on huge radiant smiles and spout compliments until our teeth...

Supposedly, guys think about sex every eight seconds. If that’s true, how can they talk to their grandmothers?

Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I’m starting to think there’s an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.

Are you mad?” I ask.”I was.” He glances at the ceiling then back at me. “Or confused, anyway. The whole thing threw me through for a loop. I thought I’d finally met a guy at...

Think of it as a life experience,” I mumbled. “Isn’t your dad always saying we need more of that?””I don’t think prancing around PJ Jamieson’s pool in our underwear is exactly what he had in...

Sometimes, a girl just has to dive under the duvet and regroup.