Dating-ish (Knitting in the City, #6)

by Penny Reid

Men—and no offense, Tommy—are plagued by FOMO, fear of missing out. Fear of missing out on the supermodel-playmate sex fiend who loves to cook, clean, and do laundry while working a high-paying job and waxing like a porn star. This is what men in their thirties want and expect.”

“We’re making all your favorite foods. And we’ll have a feast tonight. We’ll curl up on the couch and watch one of those Jane Austen movies. You’ll stay the night, sleep in your old bed. And we’ll make breakfast together in the morning, crêpes suzette. I even have fresh marmalade.” As she said this she poured a cup of tea and crossed to the table, putting it down in front of my brother.

Matt wasn’t a car that needed to be fixed. He wasn’t a robot needing reprogramming; he was a person. He was ultimately responsible for fixing himself, and only if he wanted to.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink the water that will allow it to enter into a happy, fulfilling relationship.

“Paying a person to care for you isn’t going to work, because people are inherently flawed. Without a paycheck, that kid won’t see that nanny ever again. But an AI, one who’s entire purpose is to give compassion, I think it would change the world.”