“You were worried about me?” “Of course I was, buddy. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened. You didn’t think I’d be worried about you?” “No. I didn’t think you cared.” Dad looks sad. And surprised. I’m… — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
“What are you talking about? You’re like a professional boyfriend.” “Thanks. You make me sound like a gigolo.” — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
“Guys find me neutered, detached, invisible. I’m Switzerland. The girls Max dates are Brazil.” — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
“We both smile at the classic misunderstanding. It’s all so cliché-ridden, it’s embarrassing. I wish our story could have some more original twists and… — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
“Here’s the list of stuff I don’t like: apples, the fork in my bowl, Honey Nut Cheerios, eggplant parmesan, worms, watching baseball, and Taylor… — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
“You were worried about me?” “Of course I was, buddy. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened. You didn’t think I’d… — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
