How to Fail at Flirting Quotes

“Lord, give me the confidence of an old, rich white man.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“I’m just saying, we don’t need to insert men into every aspect of our language.” “Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“Do you know how rife with toxic masculinity the phrase man up is?” I challenged, mirroring her pose. “It implies that to be courageous is to be a man.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“I’d convinced myself it wasn’t abuse. I was educated, and I thought I knew better, so what was happening was something else. I’d thought it would get better, and when it didn’t, it was too late. I’d started to believe his lies, that I needed him. By the time I stopped believing the lies, I believed the threats.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“You’re a badass, hot-as-hell, fucking brilliant doctor, not some insecure high school girl. Man up!” “Do you know how rife with toxic masculinity the phrase man up is?” I challenged, mirroring her pose. “It implies that to be courageous is to be a man.” “Do you know how annoying it is when you change the subject?” Her tone was smug. “I’m just saying, we don’t need to insert men into every aspect of our language.” “Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“Eh, we’re nowhere near perfect, and you’re aware of that because she tells you everything.” He fixed me with a knowing look, hands tucked behind his head. “I screw up weekly, and living with your best friend, the love of my life, is not always a picnic, but that’s normal. People are imperfect, so relationships will always have flaws.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“For my husband. If I were rearranging the alphabet, I’d put U and I next to each other.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“So, woman up.”
― Denise Williams, How To Fail at Flirting

“Hey, this dress was expensive. I can't have you tearing it off me."
"Give me more credit than that. I'd ease it off slowly," he said, planting sweet little kisses by my ear before lightly sucking on my left lobe. "And I'd place it gently on a padded hanger before even thinking of pleasuring you. You'd beg, tell me you want me, but I'd say, 'No, Naya, you know this dress is my first priority, and I'll be back in twenty minutes after I run it to the dry cleaner.'"
I giggled and pushed against his chest. "That's all I ask.”
― Denise Williams, How to Fail at Flirting