I know you’re big on internet use. You should be careful: a lot of the stuff you read on there is totally fictitious. I’ve been addicted to almost everything I’ve ever enjoyed. Right now I am addicted to work. Here, again, is the happy coincidence. I’m addicted to the thing I’m best at doing. Maybe you don’t think I’m any good at it. I’m an author.
Has anyone ever made love to you so beautifully that you’ve cried afterward? I’ve done so but never had it done to me. Do you remember your first kiss? Mine was memorable: An Italian boy stuck his tongue in my mouth and swiveled it around for about half an hour. I kept thinking, “Is this supposed to feel good? Could I grow to enjoy this?” Kissing is all about sensitivity. My fiancé is an excellent kisser. I’m an excellent kisser, too. Do you think sometimes we accept what life has to offer because we are afraid something better won’t come along?