Rent A Girlfriend Quotes

When a man's girlfriend's parents ask him what it is that he does for a living: they’re not really concerned about him; they’re concerned about their daughter’s tummy.

Love is the heart’s best tenant; it always pays its rent on time.

On taxi-dancing. She said the men prefer her because she is clean.

This would be the worst birthday of his life. Vladimir's best friend Baobab was down in Florida covering his rent, doing unspeakable things with unmentionable people. Mother, roused by the meager achievements of Vladimir's first quarter-century, was officially on the warpath. And, in possibly the worst development yet, 1993 was the Year of the Girlfriend. A downcast, heavyset American girlfriend whose bright orange hair was strewn across his Alphabet City hovel as if cadre of Angora rabbits had visited. A girlfriend whose sickly-sweet incense and musky perfume coated Vladimir's unwashed skin, perhaps to remind him of what he could expect on this, the night of his birthday: Sex. Every week, once a week, they had to have sex, as both he and this large pale woman, this Challah, perceived that without weekly sex their relationship would fold up according to some unspecified law of relationships.

He got behind on his child support payments, so I loaned him some money to keep him from getting arrested. I’ve been giving the money you give me for bills and shopping to him and then using my credit card to pay everything else.” “Loaned?!” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose as I tried to reign in my anger. The fight from earlier already had me on edge, but this shit was bound to push me over. “Birdie, how the fuck can you loan money to a nigga with no income? He ain’t got a job. His music is trash, so that ain’t making no money. Please tell me how the fuck he’s going to pay you - actually, me - back?” “He’s not a bum. I’m just trying to be a supportive girlfriend while he’s chasing his dream, Verse.” “On my dime!” I thundered before another thought crossed my mind. “That nigga living with you, Brianna?” At her silence, I exploded. “In the shit I’m paying for?! Not only are you paying this bum’s child support with my money, but you’re also funding his music endeavor and letting him layup with you rent free while I pay the bills. I already told you how I felt about that nigga when he came at me crazy last year and you go against my wishes anyway.

Everything inside me tenses. While it’s true that Briar and I do have an extra room above the garage—equipped with its own bathroom and kitchenette—and it is true that we have considered putting it up for rent for extra income, letting a sex worker from my brother’s girlfriend’s sex club live there doesn’t sound exactly like a great idea. Okay, so maybe I am being judgmental.

Sometimes, dreams DO come true, and that tiny shred of hope.. that's the light that keeps us going through the pain and loneliness of life. So, what's so bad about having someone stand next to you and tell you, "Dreams can come true"?

Playboy Enterprises (a public company at the time) owned the mansion. Not Hef. In order to live there, he had to pay a monthly rent on every room he and his girlfriends occupied. People may find it surprising that Hugh Hefner is nothing more than a tenant renting his room at the mansion,

For example, I might think, Shit, I'm skint. In roughly four and half seconds other thoughts will also have appeared in my head. I can't pay my rent, I'll get evicted, I'll have to get a proper job to get me out of debt, I have no skills, I'll end up in King's Cross giving blow jobs for money, I'm not even very good at those. Then I will start to cry.

On Taking My First Girlfriend to Las Vegas “Vegas? I don’t get it, neither of you are old enough to gamble. You’re not old enough to drink. The only thing you’re old enough to do is rent a hotel and—ah, I gotcha. That’s smart.

Love is the luckiest tenant in the world, living in the hearts of men and women rent free.

Lorne Michaels and his girlfriend, Susan Forristal, had rented a rambling white house in East Hampton; Chevy Chase and Michael O’Donoghue had the house across the street from them. Paul Simon was just down from us.

A friend from college lived in a posh condo on newly developed land in Tokyo. It had a glitzy entrance and stylish Scandinavian furniture and tableware in the dining room. When I visited, I found myself calculating his rent in my head as he graciously invited me in. He worked for a big company, earned a good salary, married his gorgeous girlfriend, and they’d had a beautiful baby, all dressed up in fashionable baby wear. We’d been kind of alike back in college. What had happened? How did our lives drift so far apart?

So, Mom, about this trip. Henry’s moving in with his girlfriend and I can’t look for a roommate until I get back. Could you help me cover the rent until I find someone?