You know, I'd believe Anita's bid for sainthood by loving Asher "even though he has all those icky scars" a little bit more if she didn't immediately follow it up with paragraphs of "But seriously, he's made of enough hotness to make an angel weep".

Also, maybe I'm the worst girlfriend ever (but how can that be, I'm not blonde), but I don't let my partners kiss me when I have my stupid-bright red lips on. I put it on for a reason, and we both look bad if it's smeared all over our faces. But obviously my self control means that I don't really love as much as Anita does, or something.