Forget men, I want to marry my MacBook. It’s dependable, reliable and you can even go shopping with it.
My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. 'Don't you ever wish you could make that bit go away? I say, feeling angry at the past. 'That you could erase those painful memories, forget they every happened, just remember the happy times you had together?''You must never say that,' he reprimands sternly.'But why not?' I look at him in surprise.'Because it's the bad memories that makes you appreciate the good ones. Don't ever wish them away. it's like your nan always used to say, You need both the sun and the rain to make a rainbow.
I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug.“How about a man?” she retorts.
...we've told men for so long that we're equal, we can open our own doors, carry our own bags, pay our own way, that now they're afraid to offer in case we accuse them of sex discrimination. If you were a man would you buy a woman underwear? I wouldn't dare. What if she throws it back in your face and calls you a sexist pig? So they've tried to turn into new men, but that's no good either, because now we're telling them to be masculine. We don't just want them in a pair of Marigolds cleaning the oven, that's not good enough. We want them to take control, to whisk us off hotels, buy us dinner, and make mad passionate love to us all night. We want it all ways. We want them heroes and handy with the vacuum. No wonder the poor guys are confused
I always thought falling in love was hard, but now I realize that was the easy bit. It’s staying in love that‘s the hard part.
Is that how you’re supposed to find your soulmate and fall in love these days? By flirting in 140 character tweets and stalking each other’s social media pages?
I pity you Juliet. You don't know what love is. You think it's Valentine's Day, and weekends in Italy. You think it's drinking champagne in some expensive restaurant and being bought stupid bloody underwear. But that's just the trimmings. The decoration. They're just gestures. Without trust, and respect, and kindness, they don't mean shit. I thought love was about caring about someone day in and day out, about being there when it's rucking amazing and still wanting to be there when it feels like crap, I thought it was about forever.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of her right mind must be in want of a decent man.
consider the implications. We think we know what we want, but we can never really know until we've got it. And sometimes when we have, we discover we never really wanted it in the first place - but then it's too late
The first time I met you, I fell in love with you there and then, but you didn't notice me. Then you stood me up. And then I met you again and I hated you. Well, I tried to hated you, but then when you cleaned up after Welly... I fell in love with you all over again.
So what are you doing around here? I ask, feeling all jittery, but this time it's in a good way.Oh, I was just in the area. he says vaguely. I thought I'd take Welly for a walk... He trails off and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Those butterflies are going crazy in there.
For a split second they stared at each other. A fleeting, lasting moment. One person noticing another person out of a whole crowd of strangers.