Last year I went out with this guy who was very hot, sexy, and was a great dancer. He used to take me out dancing all the time and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Everyone in the club had their eyes on us because he was such a good dancer. He took up the whole floor with his moves. He always had something nice to say. Like on a bad day it would be, "When it rains it pours." If it was a beautiful day, he would stop at the store and get us fruit and make a spur of the moment picnic and say, "Life is a bowl of cherries." My favorite was very personal. My nickname used to be "Cookie" around my house because I was always making cookies. My guy used to tickle me and say, "That's the way the cookie crumbles!" When I was tired in the morning he would bring me coffee and say, "That's the way the cookie mumbles!" It was even funnier because he looked like such a bad boy; very sexy, slicked hair, tight jeans, leather bomber jacket, etc., but he was very sweet. Anyway, I found out he was cheating on me towards the end, because I wanted to take a dancing class at night and he didn't think I was around enough. I think he was just jealous of my instructor (who was very hot in his own way!). I was so mad, but I just wanted to get even. I did not want to get back together. So, I made sure I got the last word. I didn't even break up with him in person. I called him up and said, "That's the way this cookie crumbles!" Then I met my new boyfriend the next week, and I am still with him. He is a baker! Life is sweet!
— Hope, 28