Lynn Painter

Better Than the Movies

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  • Javierhas quoted2 years ago
    I have a nerd-level fascination with movie soundtracks.
  • Kejsi bishjahas quoted2 years ago
    that soap or deodorant?”

    His big hand landed on the shifter, and his eyebrows crinkled when he looked over at me. “Pardon?”

    “You smell really good, but it isn’t your usual scent.”

    He didn’t put the car in drive but instead just looked at me. “My usual scent?”

    “Don’t act like I’m weird. Your normal cologne is kind of, like, piney, but tonight you smell more… I don’t know… spicy.” The image of him shirtless and putting on deodorant popped into my head, and I cleared my throat, sending it away.

    His voice was deep and kind of rumbly as he gave a throaty chuckle. “Holy shit, Liz Buxbaum knows my scent.”
  • b1139668063has quoted3 years ago
    He looked at me and shrugged like that explained everything.
  • KIMBERLYhas quoted3 years ago
    “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”
  • jaahas quoted9 days ago
    Don’t cry, Liz.”
  • jaahas quoted10 days ago
    I didn’t have a degree and I hadn’t taken any classes, but I’d watched thousands of hours of romantic comedies in my life.
  • jaahas quoted10 days ago
    I’ve been searching a long time,

    For someone exactly like you.
  • jaahas quoted13 days ago
    But my first-grade brain just couldn’t compute. Why would Bridget give up the cuter one—the charming one—for the person who was the equivalent of one ginormous yawn? How did that even make sense?
  • jaahas quoted13 days ago
    Mr. Right—the nice-guy, dependable version—could be waiting around the very next corner.

    Which was why I was always at the ready.

    It was only a matter of time before it finally happened for me.
  • b1758691124has quoted14 days ago
    Two weeks—that was the average length of my relationships, if you could even call them that.
    Here’s how it usually went: I would see a cute guy, daydream about him for weeks and totally build him up in my mind to be my one-and-only soul mate. The usual high school pre-relationship stuff always began with the greatest of hopes. But by the end of two weeks, before we even got close to official, I almost always got hit with the Ick. The death sentence to all blossoming relationships.
    Definition of the Ick: A dating term that refers to a sudden cringe feeling one gets when they have romantic contact with someone and
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