I don't think I'll be going to a romantic movie alone ever again. When you aren't with a friend or a boyfriend you sit there with your tub-o popcorn and your unnecessarily giant bucket of soda and you just get angry. Not all at once of course. At first, you get all warm and fuzzy and all... sigh-y. Then you realize that the past two hours of hollywood glamour was pretty much that. Glitter, sparkles... pretty to look at, but essentially useless. I got angry eventually because even though men in those movies are given the romantic dialogue (which was probably written by a woman), I want that stuff! I want that stuff and I don't have it! I want some guy to just waft into my life outta no where and have him just happen to be the guy I'm going to marry. Even better would be finding someone and staying with someone. That's definately not happened yet. Then I started to get angry because don't I deserve that stuff? Don't I deserve to have all the heartache rewarded? I freakin think I do! Eventually when you've had so many relationships fail, you pretty much just want to throw your twizzlers at the screen everytime there's a kissing scene.
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