Melissa Bank Quotes

Finally, I asked how you got a boy to like you back. She said, ‘Just be yourself,’ as though I had any idea who that might be.

When he takes off his shirt, I see that his shoulders are narrow and his chest almost hairless and almost concave. For a second I’m disappointed but right away I think, Grow up; this is the chest of a husband.

By late August, I’m on my second sublet, and I’ve been working as a copywriter long enough to know I’m not good at it.

I tried to go back and talk about what I did know. I told her about one girl he’d brought home from Cornell; I’d asked if she was his girlfriend, and he’s said, “When you define something, you limit it.

He gazed at me. “You’ve grown up honey.” It felt good to hear it. I thought maybe he was right. Then it occurred to me that if I really had grown up I wouldn’t want to be told.

You realize that if he doesn’t know who you are, he won’t be able to remember who you were.

I tried to avoid Mimi. Her presence seemed to call forth every rejection I’d ever experienced–the teachers who’d looked at me as though I held no promise, the boys who didn’t like me back. Around her, I became fourteen again.

Today was the first day of the rest of my life. It was okay, I think the second day of the rest of my life will be better.

Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You’re drinking gasoline to stay warm.

You don’t see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will–even if it had nothing to do with you.

Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.

You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol of the ladies room door.

He loves New York, he says. ‘It’s like Oberlin–it’s where people who don’t belong anywhere belong.

When you’re out” She advised, “try to appear captivated.