Wherever these boys are finding their denim, I want a lifetime membership to their mailing catalog.

But if I close my eyesAnd wish it all awayPretend I'm someone else,Pretend I'm here to stayGave us half a chance,Let my stupid heart decideThere's no doubt in my mind, You'd be mine

Are you hitting on me, Mathers?""Yes. I don't know. Maybe. Why? Is it working?

So that's that, then. You don't want me.""Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn't the right time. So I'm going to turn around, walk through that door" -his mouth twitches in the corner- "and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.

What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?"(...)"Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.

Still, I'm drawn to him. Annoyingly drawn. Like a bruised and wayward moth flying into a flickering light bulb.

And that, boys and girls, is the story of how stone-cold Annie Mathers found her lady parts.