You’re fire, a black market bottle rocket bought from the back of a trunk from a Pedro’s “South of the Border” bag.

I’m hoping for instant girlfriend, the one who I meet and that’s just it — it starts and continues and grows and goes on and on. I don’t want to date and date, and since I haven’t found her yet, I’d sorta like to give the rest back. But that’s not how it works, is it? They don’t teach you that in kindergarten.

I’m a keeper for someone. So are you.