I am like a praying mantis, after I have sex with a guy I will rip their heads off.

Men may be from Mars and women from Venus, but I'm from the Jersey Shore.

I have a bad habit of playing little emotional games with men. When they date me it's cool in the beginning, we do our thing in the first month, and then I send them on a rollercoaster ride to hell.

I’ve been a nun. A Catholic nun.

I'm really developing feelings for the kid.

Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like multiple growth hormones. That's, like, the type that I'm attracted to.

I graduated from college with a 3.92 GPA with a degree in computer programming and a BFA in fine arts and animation. My first job was painting a mural in the Grimaldis in Queens.

Im an only child. Mostly raised by my father outside of Saratoga, doing martial arts and snowmobiling. I wore sweaters, jeans and sneakers. I was more interested in four-wheeling in the Catskills than doing my hair and makeup at 7 A.M. before school.

My theory on Jenks: The guys look really good from afar, but once they come up to our table they are jacked hideous. It reminds me of the aquarium next door to Jenks, where it's just good to look. The moment you tap on the glass and make them come to you, it just freaks you out.