I've had to do it before—put myself on folk fasts and chick flick fasts so I wouldn't be THAT girl. You know, the girl who is always moping about being single, moping that everyone has a boyfriend but her, moping that she's a jerk magnet.

Fast forward a few years. The fast might have to be to reinstated but for different reasons. This time, the cause is a Christian romance novel. It's doing weird things to my head. Making me THAT other girl. You know, the one who's irritatingly attached to her boyfriend, the one who's obsessively dreaming up ridiculous scenarios, the one who blabs nonsense on the phone so she doesn't have to hang up.

Lord help me please.