She could have been talking about Ryder. He too had the secret power and hair like pennies, but it was from a bottle. The first time I slept with him I held it out of his face with my hands, ruminating in my mind how I was sleeping with the eccentric lover that I was always supposed to sleep with. You know, that kind of lover. The kind that wants to sit on the floor and smoke pot and show you their baby pictures all night. The kind of person that tries on your roommate’s green fur coat and kisses you on the fire escape and then goes into the bathroom to do heroin and comes out and asks you to braid his hair. The kind that can turn on you at any moment. The kind that makes every following relationship look pale.

― Chloe Caldwell: The Last Book I Loved, Mathilda Savitch - The Rumpus.net