I'm not sure that a cadet and a beautician qualify for a star-crossed romance. They're both white and seemingly middle class, so that's in their favor.
"We can be totally insensitive pricks, because she's only Julie!"
I'd like to put this cover's assertion to the test. If there are any lonely go-go girls out there, feel free to give me a call!
She's upset that everybody gets kissed but her, but then, sitting at the bottom of the ocean doesn't really lead to smooching, now does it?
"Hey, baby, let Mr. Furley pick up the rebound!"
She's outsourcing the office trysts to India.
Just like the old man in that book by Nabokov....
Kiss or be killed? That's kind of a choice like "Cake or Death", isn't it?