Like something from Oscar Wilde
◊ On being not single:
I met my minty-fresh new boyfriend (so new that he still has a gummy patch on him from where I peeled off the price tag) through an instructor at school. Her thought process must have been something along the lines of "Hey, there's this loud-mouthed, hyperactive spaz in my class, and I know this other loud-mouthed, hyperactive spaz, so ..."
I just told her that we are dating now.
She said, "Oh no, what have I done?"