What Happens at Con Quotes

“I don't know that we have anything else to say," she said. "You said that we don't have a relationship. I've got too much shit, too much baggage. And you're through being domesticated," she said. "I'm not looking to domesticate you. You don't want to be in a relationship? You’re the one who pushed for one. You want everything your way. You think it's unfair that you do what women have been doing for centuries — being the helpmate, being the one who actually gives the support and the shoulder, who bears the burden quietly. Too much for you? Fuck. Right. Off.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“I mean, I've been with women, and I enjoy them, but I have never been with a woman who makes me think, damn, I have to get me some more of that."

"Maybe because you're thinking of them as 'that,'" Jose said sourly.

"This coming from you, Jose?" Fezza said with a laugh of disbelief. "Mr. Tinder, King of the Horndogs?"

"I shut down my Tinder account," Jose said carefully.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“No. I don't need a lover right now."

"So, what do you need?" His voice was growly again, and she felt her heart pick up a beat.

She glanced around again — at the piles of papers covering the kitchen table, at the trash and the dishes and everything. Then she sighed.

"What I need is a wife.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“You need to go. Now," she said.
So that's it?" he said with an indulgent smile. "Hit it and quit it?"
"I don't know what it is about you that makes my brain drip out my ears, but I swear, I'm not going to fuck up my degree because I found a guy with a magic cock. You got it?”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“I got a hotel room, for God’s sake. I invited you up.” I just didn’t know it was you!

"Then what's the problem?" he asked. "Because as far as I can tell, the night's young."

She felt her shoulders tense. "Because… " She gulped. You’re usually a sexist asshat and you hurt my friend. "You say things like ‘manly’ when justifying your actions. Or you tell people to ‘man up.’ You are super, unbelievably…"

“Masculine?” His face now had a wry smile.

She huffed out a breath. “We don’t get along,” she replied tightly.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con

“But while she wanted to have sex, damn it, she wanted… passion. She wanted to feel sexy enough that a man would work for it. She was tired of sophisticated and civil, or worse, convenient. She wanted a man who was crazy about her. She wanted him to crawl for her, ready to beg for her. Someone who would drag himself across a battlefield, simply for a kiss.”
― Cathy Yardley, What Happens at Con