I don't want Lucius thinking you're some sort of experienced young woman, ready for marriage.” ― “Princess. Lucius Vladescu was a lunatic.” ― “Lucius shrugged. I'll keep it on my shelf right next to The Idiot's Guide to Becoming a Mythical Creature.''Lucius actually laughed. I didn't know you made jokes.""I'm a funny person," I defended myself. He loves you--as you love him.” ― “Must we vampires always resort to violence so quickly? I'd be thirsty for blood," I said in a last ditch attempt to interject reason into a discussion that had devolved into the absurd.
Besides, Lucius, Jessica is not ready to contemplate marriage. 'And she can't be forced into a marriage, of course.
This has been decreed since our births." I couldn't even process the "getting married" part, or the thing about "decreed." He'd lost me at "vampire." Nuts. "It's late, and we're all tired and a little overwhelmed. I would have thought your pitchfork skills would be attractive to certain bachelors here in farm country.” ― “And as we kissed, really kissed, something inside me was smashed, like a splitting atom, erupting with all the force of a shattering nucleus. It was like I'd found my place in the universe, in the chaos, and Lucius and I could go along locked together throughout time without end, like pi, existing infinitely, irrationally, spinning through time.” ― “I shan't take advantage,' Lucius promised seriously. But I am afraid that I am compelled to pursue this courtship until Antanasia realizes her place at my side.
Lastly nobody enjoys being stood up, it really hurts. Do not spiral into negative self-talk and do not start feeling like you just missed the last chance at love or worse that you are not loveable. I once had a friend who dated someone over the phone and through messenger for a year.
Once it was time to finally meet the person disappeared and my friend never heard from them again.
Then there is the situation where someone falsely represents themselves in a photo.
We have all heard a story of a friend showing up to a date and being shocked by the difference from the profile picture to the real deal. ” ― “But Lucius was staring at the beamed ceiling of the barn, pacing around, hands clasped behind his back, muttering to himself. I've brought you a book— a guide, so to speak—which will explain everything—" I stood up so fast my chair tipped over, smashing to the floor. ""Because...because he's so tall," Mindy explained, like height was proof of good character. Could you, perhaps, have one of the local women fashion a crude poppet out of, say, a wooden spool and some scraps of wool? Aesthetic standars for this particular collection were not high, believe me. Some hold that real love between vampires is a myth. Could we not just all sit down over a "refreshing Bud Light" and "just chill," as my television and my teammates relentlessly urge me to do? I advised the Elders that you should have been summoned back to Romania years ago, that you would never be a suitable bride . "You will come into your true nature," Lucius promised. And when I bite you for the first time, then you will be a vampire. It's so much better to be stalked by a tall European that an American of average height.” ― “I almost wish that I could replace their hideous flok dolls, as a gesture of my gratitude. One should never confuse fashionable with beautiful. "Some of us are starting to wonder.""I come from civilization," Lucius retorted. Now pick up the books.” ― “Lucius paused, turning on his heel to face me. You, in turn, are obligated to accept graciously.” ― “Where do you. " Frank challenged, puffing his chest, a little bolder now that he could breathe. The strange, almost pleasurable, sensation I'd felt when he'd brushed my cheek was forgotten as reality hit me again.