Jonah and I had this inside joke in our college days: that the best place to meet women was the "Self Help" section at Borders Books and Music. Droves of supple nubiles, sitting crosslegged in the aisles. Backs against the shelves, a nonfat latte in one hand, a copy of He's Just Not That Into You in the other. Fucking Golden.
With titles such as The Seven Jewels of Codependency, Sex is Not Enough, and Dear God, How Can I Finally Love Myself?, they were like little locks, each holding up their respective key to be turned.
