conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first paragraph for a book with the title 'Party Girl'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Party Girl
  John smiles and insists that I only and always call him by his first name, and then launches into some story about the movie he watched on the plane coming out here. I notice that Tim is observing my interaction with John approvingly, and suddenly I feel grateful for John's presence. Something I learned back in high school was that it's easier to make a guy like you if you can reel in his friends, or if you can perform your humor-and-flirt routine for a crowd. I'm calmer with two people than I am with one—being alone with somebody tends to make me terrified that I'm going to run out of things to say. As I listen to John talk about the movie he watched in his room here last night—this guy sure likes movies, and boy, can he ramble—I think about how much more comfortable I am being around Tim this time than I was when I first met him. I'm still wearing the attention I was getting from Kane like a protective coat, and am feeling like the very epitome of a Sexy Woman Who Has to Fend Off Advances from Her Interview Subjects on a Regular Basis.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide two more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I feel myself panicking. I could have had the moment we were having go on, like, forever, and yet it's ending. I want to do something but I'm not sure what. He said he "really liked" me, I think as I sit there trying to look casual. Why did he use the past tense? When exactly do you stop "really liking" someone?
  Then he says, "I have to go to New York for publicity stuff for a month or so, but can we go out when I'm back?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: For general support, encouragement, friendship, and love, my thanks as well to Nicole Balin, Becket Cook, John Griffiths, Phil and Sierra Mittleman, Jeannie Sloan, and Alexis Tellis. For keeping the technological aspects of my life running smoothly, thanks to Joel and Ivy-Anne Sigerson and Eddie de Angelini (the most talented non-designing website designer I'm lucky enough to somehow employ).
  For financially aiding this struggling writer during the times that were lean despite the help of those listed above, I have gratitude for Steven and Ned David.
  For keeping me sane and healthy throughout this process, Gordon Kernes (neck), Alex Katehakis (mind), Colin Kim, Allan Avendano, and Grace at Olympic Day Spa (body), Thom Knolles (breathing), and the pool at the Standard Hotel.
  Also, I never would have made it through even the first draft had it not been for the fact that I promised myself I could eat Trader Joe's Sweet, Savory & Tart Trek Mix—the best, and most addictive food on the planet—as I wrote. Thankfully—or I'd weigh double what I do now—I'm now in recovery from that addiction, too.