For girls like us, famous boys aren’t really boys — they’re canvasses on which we may splatter the full spectrum of our feelings. They are a safe way for us to experience longing and love, because they’ll never hurt us. Not if we don’t meet them.
This is the kinda-sorta-true love story of Idiot + Dummy — two boneheads in love.
“Oh, I do miss my husband,” she wailed. “Where is he? Why do all sweethearts cuddle tonight except me?”
I didn’t really know her. I didn’t know why I called her. She came over and watched me watch ‘Sister Wives’ until we fell asleep.