Katherine often teases me that I'm missing a need-a-boyfriend gene, but the truth is I just haven't met anyone who well, whom I'm attracted to, even though part of me long for those trembling knees, heart in my mouth, butterflies in my belly, sleepless nights. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
