COOL GIRL. MEN ALWAYS USE THAT, DON'T THEY? AS THEIR DEFINING COMPLIMENT. SHE'S A COOL GIRL. COOL GIRL IS HOT. COOL GIRL IS GAME. COOL GIRL IS FUN. COOL GIRL NEVER GETS ANGRY AT HER MAN. SHE ONLY SMILES IN A CHAGRIN LOVING MANNER AND THEN PRESENTS HER MOUTH FOR FUCKING. SHE LIKE WHAT HE LIKES. SO, EVIDENTLY, HE'S VINYL HIPSTER WHO LOVES FETISH MONGER. IF HE LIKES GIRLS GONE WILD, SHE'S A MALL BABE WHO TALKS FOOTBALL AND ENDURES BUFFALO WINGS AT HOOTERS. WHEN I MET NICK DUNNE, I KNEW HE WANTED A COOL GIRL AND FOR HIM, I'LL ADMIT, I WAS WILLING TO TRY. I WAX STRIPPED MY PUSSY RAW. I DRANK CANNED BEER WATCHING ADAM SANDLER MOVIES. I ATE COLD PIZZA AND REMAINED A SIZE 2. I BLEW HIM... SEMI REGU-LARLY. I LIVED IN THE MOMENT. I WAS FUCKING GAME. I CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T ENJOY SOME OF IT... NICK TEASED OUT IN MY THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED. A LIGHT-NESS, A HUMOUR, AN EASE. BUT I MADE HIM SMARTER, SHARPER, I INSPIRED HIM TO RISE TO MY LEVEL. I FORGED THE MAN OF MY DREAMS.