Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it__ going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you

Then what__ this?_ She raised her glass of expensive wine, used it to indicate their plush surroundings.His gaze followed her indication around the dim-lit, upmarket Italian restaurant. __inner in comfort.___ith a side order of persuasion?___ore like an offer I__ hoping you can__ refuse.

Can we have breakfast now? No matter how sweet it is, a man can__ live on pussy alone.

Manners and politeness will never become old-fashioned.

Francesca was a strong believer in fate. She assumed he picked up the habit from her therapist who was constantly preaching that __verything happened for a reason_, but regardless she now spouted out that philosophy like she was paid to. Everything big in her life, she believed it was all a part of God__ plan _ it was all fate. So the way she saw it, it had to be fate that Paul came into her life like this.

Night had fallen, and Diane admired the deep sky behind Steve's calm countenance. They looked into each other's eyes again and felt the spark and excitement of discovery. As if to celebrate the perfect, life-enabling distance of the earth from the sun, Diane and Steve kissed again.""-The Grand Unified Story (a Short Story) from Stories and Scripts: an Anthology