What Is Love?

by Jen Comfort

Maxine released a screech of dismay, followed by a series of curses so vitriolic—yet so creative—that Teddy wasn’t sure if he was alarmed or aroused.

A brief mental detour, starring Teddy’s prickly facial hair grazing her thighs en route to Pusstopia, almost—almost—redeemed her mood.

“It’s okay! I like to be scared. It’s a sign I’m doing something bold. Something worthwhile. Life’s scary, dude! We’re hurtling through space on a rock protected by a fragile shell of atmosphere, and none of us know what the fuck we’re doing here. That’s terrifying!” She pulled back and shrugged. “Embrace the fear. Accept that it’s always gonna be there, under everything else, and get busy living.”

Maxine thought it was a done deal. You jump out of a plane with a guy, sixty-nine the brains out of each other in some random field, and then get hoagies afterward—you were basically in a serious fucklationship.

“If you want to earn a woman’s love at some point in your life, you must first understand her rage,”