She texts me:
"I like a man who supplies good surprises."

She will be surprised
when I tell her I am in love with someone else.

She asks me if I have any vices.
I say music, coffee, women. 

She loves my Squid book,
and has the fingernail polish to prove it. 

She asks me what I am doing.
"Reading Ayn Rand...while jumping on the bed," I say.