I Think Things Happen Between

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.

God Is Dead And I Am His Replacement.

Love Didn't Run On Logic. It Didn't Follow Neat Lines Or A List Of Priorities.

I Find Myself Fascinated By A Man Who Admits To Enjoying Fairy Tales And Uses The Word "impinge"- Barely Misses A Beat While Indulging In A Brief Girl-on-girl Fantasy. You're A Man Of Layers, Ford." Me And Shrek, We're Onions.

Roarke: You'd Enjoy Flying More If You'd Learn The Controls. Eve: I'd Rather Pretend I'm On The Ground. Roarke: And How Many Vehicles Have You Wrecked, Had Blown Up, Or Destroyed In The Last, Oh, Two Years? Eve: Think About That, Then Imagine It Happening When I'm At The Wheel At Thirty Thousand Feet. Roarke: Good Point. I'll Do The Flying.