I'm not a wild animal that's going to pursue any man she sees. We're not coyotes, he'll be fine.
It doesn’t matter how many people reject you or how many crappy first dates you go on because you don’t need all those people to like you, you only need the right person to like you.
After 18 months of being on my own, I'm discovering that there's a weird kind of assumption about single women; which boils down to, 'Come on love, you don't REALLY want to be single, do you?'.
I will always identify with the central protagonist when they’ve arrived in a big city, fresh from the provinces with all their cherished dreams and ambitions as yet uncrushed.