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She wasn’t into dating. Never had the time, energy, or inclination to bother with romantic relationships.
“I hate Sundays. Dinner at the queen’s tomorrow, along with my ass-kisser brother, his wife and their perfect children. ‘Are you dating yet?’ ‘When are you going to move forward?’ ‘How long do you plan on mooning over Ciara?’”
Ah, yes. They don’t tire of their questions. I wish I could tell them all it’s none of their damn business.
Scott and she weren’t dating by any means, but she liked his innate politeness.
Zack had no business dating self-pity and her baser emotions. Because the most powerless of them all? Nate.
“I guess so.” I tossed my hands skyward, praying for an answer to magically appear. “Where, Oh Dating Gods, are the normal men hiding?”
Vicki Batman The Great Fruitcake Bake-off, Whispers of Winter set
But he didn’t need another woman in his bed and she didn’t need the complications that come with dating a partner.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
I should have picked up on all those troublesome signs during our dating years and six-month engagement.