Kate Bailey

You never know what to do with your hands.

The kind of man you marry wants to go down on you. The kind of boy you date wants you to go down on him.

For getting us started on what would become our lifelong sports obsessions.

That I wasn’t holding onto another person, but to an answer, and to hope. I’m not sorry you didn’t end up being that for me. I’m grateful, because it made me see that the love I was trying to replace wasn’t totally gone.

What you binge ate yesterday.

Alternative title: The People I’ve Loved And The Crotches I’ve Been In, The Kate Bailey Story, A Memoir

Being the kind of person that we actually do want to become — because as we all know, it’s inevitable.

Orgasm triggers.

You are kind but straightforward about your intentions– you don’t leave people questioning or hanging, and you certainly don’t use people for your own selfish desires.

Family parties are infinitely more entertaining when you have a group of you that can retreat from the holiday madness and just hang out and/or observe your hilarious relatives who never fail to live up to their dysfunctional reputations.

That the worst part of it all is probably watching your friends go and having campus feel empty and weird without them.

“Which one of you is the boy?”