Squeeze Me (Skink #8)

by Carl Hiaasen

Her friends said that she should be more outgoing, that she was setting the bar too high, that she was too judgmental, too cautious, too literal. “Maybe I’m not emotionally available,” Angie would tell them, “but at least I’m polite.”

Angie’s friends tried to rally her with tales of crazed inconsequential sex, but in her experience such a thing didn’t exist. Even a half-drunken fuck inevitably got misread by one or both parties as commitment.