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By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

What is wrong with me, that even this fucking loser won't give me what I want?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

He felt like something deep inside had broken. He'd asked for nothing; he'd tried to content himself with as little as it was possible to want. Yet here he was, feeling humiliated and small once again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

I'm a nice guy, I swear to fucking God.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Anna, are you asleep?" He imagined Anna lying awake, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, her heart full of yearning, but there was only silence. "I love you, Anna," he whispered, and he hung up the phone.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Whenever he was bored or anxious, his brain distracted itself by worrying at the question of whether he could ever make Anna like him, like a dog working the last bits of marrow from a bone.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Ted thought maybe he could start a fight about Shelly that could serve as a distraction. Or maybe he should just knock over the nearest video display and flee the state.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Lizzie is hapless about romance in an ironic, self-deprecating way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

And she'd be panting underneath him and they'd fuck and he'd make her come so hard that afterward they would be together for the rest of their lives. It was a foolproof plan. Oh, wait. No it wasn't. It was a sexual fantasy, and he was an idiot.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

I can't believe you called me," Anna said. "Nobody else from home has called me in forever. It's like they forgot about me. You think you're so close to people but when it comes down to it, they just forget.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

And it would have been one thing, all of these suitors agreed, to have been rejected for a reason, but to be passed over simply because one was, in some vague way, not good enough—that was an unequivocal blow.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

And she did think Robert was cute. Not so cute that she would have, say, gone up to him at a party, but cute enough that she could have drummed up an imaginary crush on him if he'd sat across from her during a dull class.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Her memory like a skipping record, bumping continually up against the scratch.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

As Anna poured her heart out over the phone, Ted's own heart lit up like a solar flare. He wanted nothing more than to show Anna how he saw her: how beautiful and perfect she was in his eyes. He needed to let her know that he was going to carry that memory—that knowledge—of her inside him, so that no matter what happened between them, no matter how down she got on herself, he could do this for her: he could love her, selflessly and unceasingly, with total commitment and purity, for the rest of his life. An hour later, Anna sniffled. 'Thank you for listening, Ted,' she said. 'It really means a lot to me.' I would die for you, Ted thought. 'No problemo,' Ted said.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

There must be a German word for this feeling, when the elaborate contortions of your own thinking rose to the surface and became suddenly and unpleasantly visible. Like walking past a mirror in a crowded mall and thinking: Who is that dude with the terrible posture, and why is he cringing like he expects someone to punch him, I'd like to punch him—oh wait, that's me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Why do you like me? Why can't you tell I'm not that into you?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

When they got married, she could include them in her wedding vows: You were always there for me, always. You were always there for me, always. You were always there for me, always. They were the most beautiful words he'd ever heard.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Was there a point at which your ego was crushed so completely that it died, and you no longer had to lug around the burden of yourself?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

The way he looked at her? Imagine somebody looking at you like that.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

For the first time, Ted imagined fucking Anna the way he (almost) fucked Rachel: cruelly, without concern for her comfort, fully acknowledging that as much as he loved her, he hated her, too.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

After a few minutes, he decided that kissing wasn't that hard, really, although it certainly wasn't everything it was cracked up to be . . . He tried closing his eyes but it made him uncomfortable, like someone was going to sneak up behind him and plunge a knife into his back.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

. . . while we cooed and fretted and bent our faces into sympathetic shapes in his direction.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

I didn't mean to hurt anyone, he tries to tell them. I just wanted to be seen, and loved for who I am. The problem was, it was all a misunderstanding. I pretended to be a good person, and then I couldn't stop.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

But surely something had changed between them! Surely she wouldn't treat him, now, the way she had then, not after she'd spoken the words aloud: You were always there for me, always, but I never appreciated it, I always took you for granted.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

But he still wished Anna would do something to reassure him—ideally burst into tears and say, You were always there for me, always, and plead with him to forgive her for all her years of neglect—but he'd have settled for even a hint that she intended to make an active effort to meet up.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Margot thought: oh, no. But the thought of what it would take to stop what she had set in motion was overwhelming; it would require an amount of tact and gentleness that she felt was impossible to summon. It wasn't that she was scared he would try to force her to do something against her will but that insisting they stop now, after everything she'd done to push this forward, would make her seem spoiled and capricious, as if she'd ordered something at a restaurant and then, once the food arrived, had changed her mind and sent it back.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

She doesn't know what to call it—this free-falling sensation she feels every time she looks at Taylor, like her hands are closing again and again on emptiness—but she thinks she knows better than to call it love.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

What a fantastical place adulthood has turned out to be: with the power of social media and a thousand dollars, she's summoned Taylor's dream crush out of an ancient VHS tape and brought him here, to life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Did he even exist in her mind, as a living, breathing, thinking person? He spent so much time trying to figure out what she was thinking, but what kind of a consciousness did she imagine lived behind the mask of his face?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

He'd never empathized with Rachel more than he did in those moments, imagining what it would be like to be innocently eating lunch with a person who had been acting for all the world as though he liked you, who had given you no hint that anything was bothering him at all, when suddenly, out of nowhere, wham, it turned out you were completely wrong about him, and that everything he'd been telling you was a lie.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Every so often, over the next day or so, she would find herself in a gray, daydreamy mood, missing something, and she'd realize that it was Robert she missed, not the real Robert but the Robert she'd imagined on the other end of all those text messages during break.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

On the other hand, she happily kept him informed about plans she had with other people, providing a steady flow of information about excursions that were about to happen, details of dates or parties that were always this close to coming together. As long as he listened, without complaint, to an endless description of activities that were supposed to happen without him, there was a 30 percent chance, at least, that Anna would change her mind at the last minute, claim to be unable to handle the unbearable burden of whatever her social plans were supposed to be, and decide to hang out with him instead. She'd arrive at his house and collapse in exaggerated relief: "I am so glad we're doing this, I was so not in the mood for another party at Maria's." As though they were both equally at the mercy of circumstance, similarly oblivious to the power dynamic that governed their "friendship.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Maybe I was wrong, Ted thought. Maybe I could be content with this. Unfortunately, he could not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

He had no faith in love's capacity to cause him anything but pain.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

But I guess that was the whole problem, at that point, my inability to deal with normal human interaction.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Frankly, the whole concept was a little too New Age—y for me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Fantasies were fantasies, but it was important to keep at least one foot in the realm of the real.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

She'd been on the hunt for some badass dude who'd go down with her into whatever dark place she was trapped in, but instead she'd ended up with this lame-ass coward, a guy who's too fucked up to tell her to get lost, but also too scared to do what he said he would do.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

He felt ashamed of himself, of course, but the warmth of that shame pooled in his crotch, amplifying his pleasure.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Anna loves Ted, but she does not want him in a way that causes her to suffer; she does not want him desperately, despite herself. And it turns out that is how Ted has always wanted to be wanted: the way he has always wanted women. The way Anna wanted Marco, and he wanted Anna, and Rachel (or so it seems, in retrospect) wanted him. In the absence of this painful wanting, Ted has trouble getting hard.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

There are tears in her eyes. Ted has never seen her look so despondent, and Anna often looks very, very sad.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

I had done magic. Sometimes, when people in stories encounter the paranormal, they react with horror as the fabric of reality shreds and they are faced with the dawning recognition that everything they once believed was a lie. As I stared down at my phone, I had that exact feeling, except the opposite: not horror but a giddy, mounting joy. This was what all those books had promised. I knew it, I thought. I knew the world was more interesting than it was pretending to be.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Ted thinks: Everyone at this party could die tonight, including me, and I wouldn't even care. He gets very drunk.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Ted thought: I am probably not dying but I am scared and alone and I don't like this.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

And if she spent rather more time with her nose in a book than was considered ideal at that time (or any other), well, at least that meant she always had a story to tell.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Perhaps the problem with adulthood was that you weighed the consequences of your actions too carefully, in a way that left you with a life you despised.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

. . . banishing his desires to the realm of the imagination, where they couldn't do any harm.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

If I describe him to you in terms of hair, eye color, shape of face, the effect will be all wrong, because he was the living, breathing incarnation of my deepest desires, not yours. You must imagine your own naked man, and I will tell you only this: he was larger than I would have expected, more fully embodied, and that is only half a dirty joke. There was no prettiness about him, and nothing effeminate. Nothing angelic, either, so if that's what you had started to picture, start again.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

Ted would have preferred not to live like this, but he wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

The opportunities available to actors who achieved the peak of their fame as nameless characters in 1990s softcore horror porn films must be limited.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kristen Roupenian

She puts her head on his shoulder, and for a second, it's like the other good night, the night of the bonfire, the brief lifting of the yoke, freedom from the circle: Marco hurting Anna, Anna hurting Ted, Ted hurting Rachel, these endless rounds of jealousy and harm.