Having two women - one who can't know about the other, and one who must be trusted not to destroy his life - is clearly difficult for him.
I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.
As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control.
His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting. 
The word bollocks seems strong, punk rock, and imposing, but in reality, bollocks is always too tame to make much of an impact. 
During my completely soul-shredding midlife crisis at the age of twenty-eight, I felt sure I had peaked too soon. 
Holy crap, my heart was arrogant to believe her spotless track record could stay that way. 
Los Angeles can never be convinced to fight fair, but the town has an insidious way of tempting back its most devoted followers. 
When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know. 
He thinks my look is pin-up sexy, and thus I am perfectly obliged to believe that delusion too. 
The post-traumatic shock from living in Florida never goes away, yet part of me is forever attached to that eccentric, heat-infested swamp. 
There is no question that Los Angeles expects its long-termers to survive the inevitable and chronic ass-kickings alone. 