Mack Daddy

“I really want to knock you up.”

Startled, she shook at the sound of my voice.

“Well, I can’t say anyone else has ever greeted me that way before.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“You didn’t mean to?”

“Did you just smell my dirty shirt?”

“Maybe.” She smiled impishly.

Just remember it’s okay to be different.

“First off, I want to make sure you understand that there are all sorts of families. Families with parents who are together, families with two mothers, two fathers, families with one parent. Let me show you a picture of my family.”

“You’re not supposed to say things like that. You’re supposed to be an asshole, Mack Morrison.”

I would have chosen laundry with Frankie over most things lately.

I grabbed my purse. “What the hell. Let’s go.”

Lorelai teased, “Don’t say hell. It’s a Catholic school.”

“We all have that one person. It’s not necessarily someone we end up with. But it’s that person who, for whatever reason, gets under your skin and stays there. You can move on, but parts of them are always with you. Sometimes, if things never had a chance to develop, if feelings are still unresolved, that person becomes an even more powerful force in your life, even in absentia.”

“But you know what they say about opposites?” She flashed her teeth.

“That they attract?”

“That they have amazing sex. And with him…I bet it would’ve been more than amazing.”

“But you know what they say about opposites?” She flashed her teeth.

“That they attract?”

“That they have amazing sex. And with him…I bet it would’ve been more than amazing.”