"I had fooled myself into believing that every time I added another notch to my bedpost I had opened myself to the possibility of love, but that was bullsh*t. I can easily look a man in the eye and ask him, “Do you want me?” while I stroke him and press myself against his chest, but how the hell am I supposed to ask him, fully dressed and standing in line at Target, “Do you want me?" I suppose it’s not about “easy” anymore."

--- Elephant Journal