No matter what number it is, the pursuit of love is like agreeing to climb on a giant slingshot and be thrust forward, at full speed, with only a blurry target in sight and millions of miles of flight. And most times it's all a mirage. The blurry target? It's a brick wall. Or a wall that really loves you, but also keeps urging you to change. So why thrust? Because there's nothing quite like the hope of a new and improved self, and the fantasy it allows you.
- Jill A. Davis, Girls' Poker Night