The One didn’t exist.
Then I met Meadow.
The band’s honorary little sister was off-limits. Too late for that. She says we’re “nothing serious,” but she’s gotten under my skin and I can’t stop thinking about her. And when I touch her, I know we’re meant to be.
Nikki Faris is mesmerizing.
The rumors are true. At least where I’m concerned.
Drummers hit it harder and do it better.