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Quotes tagged ‘Dating’
Daniel: Option One: ask her out. Sam: Impossible. Daniel: Fair enough. Option Two: become her friend. Sam: She's the most popular girl in school and she hates boys. Daniel: Okay. Option Three: kidnap her and keep her tied up in your room until she agrees to marry you. Sam: It's a route I've consider…
A lot of pressure around dating comes from what we're going to tell other people — how we're going to quantify what we have with our boos to our friends, our moms, our Whole Foods cashiers.
Dying was such an elegant way to leave a relationship. No infidelity, no boredom, no long, complicated conversations late into the night. No 'She's still single, I hear.' No running into each other at parties and weddings. No 'She's stacked on the weight' or 'She's showing her age.' Dying was final…
It was one thing to dance for men for money, but it was quite another to pay men to dance for other men.
It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's liv…
If some smart, attractive social media editor from Ohio is willing to act as a free therapist for a few hours — and as a semi-relevant aside, almost all of these men refused to pick up the check for dinner — it’s no wonder the same men were lining up for more.
When you pretend your feelings don’t matter, you slowly erase yourself.
So, uh, Tina. I was wondering if, by any chance you're not doing anything tonight, which you probably are because you're not ugly, but if for some reason, you're not, would you maybe, possibly, no pressure if you can't, just wondering, you know, would you like to go out with me? Maybe.
— Hugh Davidson, Larry Dorf, Ben Falcone, Rachel Ramras, Daffy Duck (voice), Jeff Bergman, imdb.com
But I don't care whether it's your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies none of that matters because standards don't define you. You don't live to meet credentials established by a madman you're a goddamn treasure whether you wanna believe it or not and maybe that's wh…
I learned at a young age that wanting things was a good way to get disappointed.
I'm in love with Kelly Kapoor. And I don't know how I'm gonna feel tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, but I do know that right here, right now, all I can think about is spending the rest of my life with her. Again, that could change.
Erin Hannon: Why don't you like him? Michael Scott: What is there to like? He's just... he's a weird little skeevy guy with no waist. Why do you care whether we like him or not? Erin Hannon: I care if you like him.
Kenan: Listen. Man; think about how cool it's gonna be when we get our own car. No more waiting for the bus. No more walking to school in the now. And we get to go out on dates! Kel: [pulls away repulsed] I don't wanna date you! Kenan: Not me, man! Girls! Kel: Oh, girls! [laughs]
— Kim Bass, Kevin Kopelow, Heath Seifert, Kenan Rockmore & Kel Kimble, Kenan Thompson & Kel Mitchell, imdb.com
I know he’s not worth it, which is what makes the tears so sad. Because I wanted him to be. I wanted to believe he was different.
Attention, single people! If your date or partner treats everything that happens as YOUR FAULT ALONE, run the other way.
Transference happens when you attribute qualities of those you experienced a deep connection with in the past to someone in your present.
Billie: This may sound a little nuts, but I'm thinking of going home with a guy who may be significantly younger than I am, and I need to know if the situation is desperate or empowering. Olivia: Is he over eighteen? Billie: Yup. Olivia: Empowering!
I, for one, believe in ghosts. The creepy, move-your-keys-in-the-middle-of-the-night kind and the “Yeah that sounds good! I’ll see you Wednesday!” (but never actually see you Wednesday) kind.
Trust me when I tell you that when I went on a date with the hostess of the Italian restaurant that I bussed tables at in college — only to later find out that the girl was the daughter of the owner — I’d not only written my resignation letter, but I also thought I was going to be whacked.