“I met this really swell guy.” Did I just say really swell? Does anyone even say that anymore? My mom doesn’t seem to notice my discomfort and keeps listening. It’s like she’s prodding me for answers to an unknown question. Well, I don’t want to be the one to disappoint, so I carefully recite my story. I’d better make sure it’s a good one too, because this just happens to be the story of how I met my boyfriend.
-Liar Liar