The Boy with the Bookstore

by Sarah Echavarre Smith

There’s only one thing I love more than the smell of fresh-baked bread and that’s the smell of books.

God, I’m so, so pathetic. I spent a year and a half crushing hard on a guy who, after one makeout session, discarded me faster than stale chewing gum.

my heart breaks for Joelle

Shy, introverted women like me don’t nab hotties like Max. We sit quietly in the corner and watch as everyone around us pairs off. And then if we get lucky—or we get drunk or desperate enough to approach some random guy or DM him—we score a date that maybe sometimes goes somewhere for a while. But then it ends. Eventually. It always does. And then we’re left to quietly go back to our corner.

I coud never lol