So, when it comes to relaxing on a Sunday night, what kind of movie do you think I popped in the DVD player? (If you don't get the hint, just stop reading already.)
After getting all romantically sentimental from watching this, I realized something: Being a true romantic really sucks sometimes.
Honestly, it has it's limitations. In my case, I think it ultimately dooms me for romantic failure in my own relationships. Why? Because it causes you to "set the bar" way too high. My expectations in a romantic relationship are very very high, and it seems that the guys I meet just have ZERO concept of this.
You know how guys have brought forth the question from time to time about what it is that women really want...well I can tell you what this woman wants, and dammit, I want to be swept off my feet. What is it with guys these days? Have the roles been reversed? Do women have to take charge? Call me old-fashioned, but what happened to the guys that actually had the balls to ask a girl out?
I don't direct this post to any one person, so don't mistake this for passive-aggressiveness. As much as it sucks for me to say it, there is absolutely no one of my acquaintance that I'm interested in when it comes to the relationship department. Which kinda sucks, and further illustrates the "high expectation" point given above, cause I do have some super nice, awesome, cute guy friends.
My past relationship experiences haven't really helped me much on this front either. The two "passionate/romantic" boyfriends that I did have were also consequently the two boyfriends that cheated on me. Interesting how that works out, you know. Romantic = Flighty (maybe?) I can be that way (flighty) at times, so maybe that's the explanation. But who's to say that you can't have one without the other?
What has a tendency to suck me in: notes, flowers, spontaneity of all sorts (random day trips, late night movies, remembering something small that's important to me...the list goes on and on). Ahhhh, woe is me.
The other seed of romanticism was planted in my brain this weekend by hearing some wonderful news. My bestest friend in the whole wide world got engaged over the weekend. And while I'm super super happy for her and so excited to see her in a few weeks, it's made me reflect on my own love life a bit and given me rise to a few doubts....mainly to the fact that I just don't seem to have one. Every person is different and has different priorities....and for me, having a relationship just hasn't been one of them in the past couple years. (Recuperating from a horrible past ex-boyfriend hasn't helped that matter much either.)
I can't lie, looking back, I had hoped to have found "the one" by now. Maybe not necessarily married to him, but at least to have that someone in my life. I'm taking it as an action item to be more open-minded (love that frickin workplace jargon I just threw in? hehe) and to get myself out there more. I've turned into a bit of a hermit, and I don't think it's really helping my chances any! Sadly, when it comes down to it, things can't be forced, there is no control to be had over it, so I'm at the will of fate it seems. Everything has a time and place, I believe...or I feel I have to believe...rather I hope everything has a time and place, if you know what I'm saying.
So, basically, it would be wonderful if my dream man could just drop out of the sky sometime soon =).
I'm waiting....hello....helloooo? Are you out there?
Saw the trailer for Bright Star last week....I can almost feel the tears coming already. Boys, you have a lot to live up to.
Song of the day: "Hopeless" Train (better not be!)
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