I wish I could be you, so I could show you what an idiot you've become! That night is a full moon and fate decides to lend a hand.
Brett is so bored by Tash's job, he ends up trying to make science sexy.
Each learns to appreciate the other as only together can they make this enforced predicament work out.
In tenth grade, we made friends with a group of older guys who hung out on the main street of town, which ran parallel to the local university — guys who'd once gone to our same high school and had never left the social scene. I remember how quiet it was, birds soaring overhead, no other sound. I grew to dread the moments we were alone, especially when I needed a ride home at the end of the night to make my curfew. In the initial years following, I never really talked about this with anyone other than my high school girlfriends and various therapists.
When they weren't doing BMX and skateboard tricks in front of the post office, they were spending what money they had at the nearby arcade, or spinning on stools and shooting straw wrappers in their favorite burger joint, just across the street. We had gotten in the habit of him driving me home, and my suddenly wanting to make different arrangements seemed to inconvenience everyone. As I got older, however, the more I realized that my experience was not an uncommon one.
Oooh, yeah, work that upholstery attachment that you read about in the Miele manual.4. Every guy comes to the realization that being jealous of your guy friends just makes him look sad and lame.