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“You come here, you make them your bitch so they feel like they may die if they can’t have you, and then you go home to your normal life.”
― T.L. Swan, Dr. Stanton

“We stare at each other for another beat, and I imagine the next words out of his mouth… Would it be okay if I called you sometime? Can I take you out on Saturday night? Can we make passionate love tonight? Are you down for that? But he doesn’t say any of that. He doesn’t even ask me my name. He simply raises one hand and says, “Well, good night then.” And then he walks away. What. The. Hell?”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“I sense, however, that Daisy would not be interested in trivia about the delicate veins and arteries in her neck. So instead, I reach out and take her hand in mine. She looks very pleased by this turn of events. Much more so, I suspect, than if I sliced through her jugular with a knife.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Maybe this is my fault. He had just seen a man attacking me, and he most likely didn’t want to be a creep, hitting on me right after something like that. Maybe he was leaving it to me to make the first move. I should have asked him to escort me home. What’s wrong with me?”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“For a split second, I get excited that maybe Mystery Man tracked down my phone number and is calling to ask me out on a date.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“stops calling the men I date “boys.” I imagine if I’m single when I’m fifty—which is starting to feel increasingly likely—she will still be referring to them as boys. By then, she’ll probably be living with me. We’ll probably be sharing the same bed.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Why is dating so hard? Why can’t I just find a great guy, marry him, and live happily ever after? Is that really too much to ask for?”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“And even though I am happy for them, it’s hard to watch Gretchen with her boyfriend…and even Bonnie now settling into an exclusive relationship with Dr. McHottie. I miss having a boyfriend.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“But I’m sure it’s fine. After all, he rescued me.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“And hey, maybe Bonnie can help me track down Mystery Man.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“And yes, I can judge them, because at this rate I am never going to have children of my own. I can’t fathom the situation in which this would possibly happen.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“looked through every damn profile, and there was not one guy who resembled Mystery Man living within a five-mile radius of this building. (Yes, I am that desperate.)”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Is it possible that Mystery Man and Dr. McHottie are one and the same?”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“anything heroic for me like Mystery Man, but I don’t need a hero. I just need a decent guy.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“And they are just as soft and perfect as I imagined. She’s so delicate. I’m not a big guy, but she’s a lot smaller than I am. If I grabbed her head and gave it a solid twist to the left, I could break her neck. It wouldn’t even be hard to do.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“I’m not fucking leaving! Fuck, Juliet! You can’t do this. You can’t do this.” I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, but now my tears mixed with the water. “If you need to get the pain out, you take it out on me.”  “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She was sobbing now.  My eyes caught on yet another razor blade in the corner of the shower niche and saw red. I held it up to my own skin and she flinched. “No. Fucking. More. You need to cut, you cut me.” She shook her head, and I pressed the razor into her hand.  “Do it.” “No, I can’t!” “Do it, Juliet! I can take it!” My voice was probably loud enough to reach all the apartments in this shit building, but I didn’t care. Nothing could compare to thinking I’d lost her forever.  I moved her hand so the razor blade was pressed against my chest, the exact same spot she’d drawn the tattoo on that first night. “Cut me. Mark me.” She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet