mr maybe by jane green >>
“it’s not okay because he made me laugh. Because I didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than who I am when I was with him. Because I don’t believe that stuff about finding your other half, but because I do believe that what you look for is someone who makes you a better person when you’re with them, who changes you for the better, who makes you the best person you can possibly be, and because I thought I had found that in [him]." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“and yes, maybe you’re right, maybe I’m being overdramatic, maybe I’m blowing this up into something much bigger than it is because I’m feeling sorry for myself, but why the hell not, huh? Why the hell can’t I feel like this, and whether it’s true or not, it certainly feels true right now. And it feels like shit. And oh my God, I’m never going to wake up next to him again. And oh my God, I’m never going to look in his eyes as we’re making love, and oh my God, he’s going to be doing that with someone else, and probably very soon, and me? I’m going to be on my own for the rest of my bloody life." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I don’t see the point in pretending to be something other than what you are, because if you do, at some point, you’re going to have to reveal your true self, and if it’s completely different, they’re going to run off screaming. But perhaps I’m learning to hold back a little bit, perhaps that’s why this isn’t hurting so much, or perhaps it’s because [he] wasn’t, isn’t, the One, and although I was starting to like him more and more, I suppose deep down I knew I couldn’t live his life, and that’s why I’m really feeling okay." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I laid all my cards on the table and he swept them away without a second glance. In the few days since it happened, I’ve tried not to think about it, because the only thing I feel when I remember laying myself open in the way that I did is shame. Pure and absolute shame." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I thought [he] was the one. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I say that every time. But I really did. He was everything I’d ever been looking for." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“The only problem was that he didn’t like me very much. I mean, sure, he fancied me, but he didn’t like me, he didn’t want to spend time with me, and I kept thinking that if I were perfect, if I acted like the perfect girlfriend, he’d fall in love with me. But he didn’t. the more I tried to be the perfect girlfriend, the more awful he was to me." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“In the beginning he used to call me, but the phone calls practically dwindled away to nothing, and then eventually people used to call me up and ask why I wasn’t at that party last night that [he] went to. And he used to go away for weekends without telling me, he’d simply disappear, and I’d spend all weekend in floods of tears, ringing his answering machine and banging the phone down before the end of the message." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“my parents met him. Big mistake. Huge. They loved him. They loved the fact that I had finally met someone who could take me off their hands, look after me, and amazingly and unusually, the more they loved him the more I did. But eventually I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t deal with the stress of being treated like shit, and, I’m quite proud of myself for this, I ended it. the bastard didn’t even seem to care. He sort of shrugged and said he was happy with the way things were, and, when I said I needed more, he just shrugged again and said he was sorry that he couldn’t give me more. Bastard. BASTARD!” - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“’you are the best person I’ve met in years, and if I’d met you in a year’s time, or maybe even a few months, I know we could be happy together, but I can’t give you what you need.’” - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“and I know I will be fine, it’s not like the other times I’ve broken up with boyfriends, when I’ve been so heartbroken I’ve cried solidly for about three weeks and not wanted to go anywhere or do anything. Okay, I had that one night from hell, but since then I’ve been really okay, and at least I know there’s no point living on false hope. At least I know it really is over so I can move on. But I have to say that this time I feel a bit numb, still in a state of shock, really, although I don’t feel that my world has ended, not completely. I suppose that the light at the end of the tunnel, though not very bright, is at least still there. They say that it never hurts as much after the first time, and I suppose there’s an element of truth in that, but they also say that every time you get hurt the barriers go up a little big higher and you end up being hard and cynical, and not giving anything to anyone." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“’the reason women generally stop having flings or sleeping around, or whatever you want to call it, is because they realize they can’t do it, because the older they get the more they see you can’t sleep with someone on a regular basis and not want more, not when you’ve reached an age where society, unfortunately, still tells you that you should be married and having babies." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“as far as I’m concerned you have to give every relationship your all because if you’re going to get hurt, you’re going to get hurt, but at least at the end of it you’ll know you gave it your best shot." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“’and the weirdest thing of all is that it feels so right. I supposes it’s true what they say, you never know it’s right until it is, although I’m really scared of saying that out loud just in case he turns out to be a bastard, but somehow I don’t think he will.’” - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“maybe this could work, maybe he could grow on me." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“if I’m being really honest, I don’t know how I feel about you yet, I think it’s still a little early for me to talk about love, but I know that I do love being with you, and I’d like to give it a shot. Just being together, I mean, and seeing where it goes." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“So. Men. Probably the one area of my life that’s a complete disaster. Not that I don’t meet them, God, it seems as if they’re crawling out of the woodwork, except the ones who crawl out to meet me are always the worms. Typical, isn’t it?” - mr maybe by jane green
“I can’t understand it. Every time I think that this time it might be different, this time they might treat me well, look after me, but every time it ends in tears." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I started putting myself ‘out there’ again. Going to bars, parties, launches. And even though I felt like shit I pretended to have a good time, and after a couple of months I realized that I actually was having a good time, and that was when I decided that I’d had enough of men. At least for a while." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I was in that rare state of mind that women always tell you to aspire to, but which you usually find impossible to reach. That state of mind that is completely happy without a man, isn’t looking for anyone, is completely fulfilled by work and friends." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone unless they were absolutely right, and, let’s face it, how often do you meet someone who you really fancy and really like? Exactly." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I do what most women do. I meet someone and some of it’s right, maybe he looks right, or has the right job, or the right background, and, instead of sitting back and waiting for him to reveal his other bits, I make them up. I decide how he thinks, how he’s going to treat me, and, sure enough, every time I conclude that this time he’s definitely my perfect man, and all of a sudden, well, not so suddenly perhaps, usually around six months after we’ve split up, I see that he wasn’t the person I thought he was at all." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“There haven’t been that many men I’ve been interested in, but I do have a tendency to fall for the ones who will never be interested in me, and the ones that fall for me are generally pretty revolting." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I meet these men, fall desperately in love, and become friends with them in the mistaken hope that one day they’ll see the error of their ways and realize they’re madly attracted to me. But of course that doesn’t happen. I just go out with them as friends and misinterpret every look, every sigh, every touch, and try to convince myself they’re about to make a move, and each time I end up feeling like shit, because yet another man I fancy isn’t interested." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“that’s love. Lust is something completely different, and it feels like ages since I’ve been attracted to someone who feels the same way about me." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“how I spend my life wondering why I never seem to have healthy, happy relationships. How I probably wouldn’t know a healthy, happy relationship if it jumped on my head and knocked me sideways." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“You probably think I’m lying, but it’s true, because in the past I’ve thought about new boyfriends every second of every day. Well, almost. This is what I’ve never understood about men. No matter how crazy they are about you, they can get on with their lives, their work, their friends, and not give you a second thought. When they do think of you, which is generally when they’re not thinking of anything else, they’ll pick up the phone and call you, completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve been sitting there crying for a week because they haven’t called. Personally I think it’s because men are crap at juggling." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“once they’re in your head, they’re there for keeps until they either dump you or you manage to get over them. To be honest, I find the whole process completely exhausting." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I have this ridiculously romantic notion of being swept off my feet and knowing instantly when I meet the man I’m going to marry." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I’ve always thought that it would happen really quickly, that I’d meet someone, we’d fall in love, and we’d probably both know by the end of our first evening that this was it. I’m not sure how I’d know, but I’m convinced I would. The only problem with that is, I think I know with all of them." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“every time I meet someone new I ring Jules and tell her that this time it’s different, this time they’re different, and though I still think it I try not to tell her anymore because she just starts laughing and says that she’s got a very strong sense of déjà vu." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“once again I’ve been unceremoniously dumped when I thought I was in control, I thought I had a handle on things, I thought that I wouldn’t get hurt. What is wrong with me? I mean, I’m a good person, I’m nice to people, and animals, and I try to treat people with respect, and what happens? I get bloody dumped. Over and over and over again." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“I wish I could be hard and cynical. That I could take things slowly, not give too much of myself, because I’d be so frightened of getting hurt that there wouldn’t be any other way. But no. every time I meet someone I dive in headfirst, showering them with love and attention, and hoping that this time they’re going to be different." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“and I’m so used to playing games with men, to pretending that I’m this hard, tough, career woman who’s very happy being single and really don’t mind, no, loves having relationships which involve seeing each other twice a week if you’re lucky." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“just because he’s good company doesn’t mean I fancy him, but then maybe fancying someone isn’t what it’s all about? Maybe I’ve been wrong in waiting for that sweep you off your feet feeling, the feeling I had with [him]. And, let’s face it, it didn’t exactly work with [him], so maybe I’ve been looking for the wrong thing." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
“because quite frankly I’m sick of falling madly in love and spending twenty-four hours a day thinking about them and crying with misery when they don’t phone. I’m sick of being the kind of girl who, when they say jump, asks how high. I’m sick of always, always being the one to fall in love and get hurt. And maybe this is how it should be, getting on with my life and not putting all my energies into a relationship." - Mr. Maybe by Jane Green
