So last week, I saw one of my friends post that she was a hopeless romantic and I thought to myself "I doubt it." Considering she is single, I looked over her comment, but then it hit me. I am one also. I have been reading thrillers for the last two weeks (on book #8 now) and in each story there is a romantic hint of some sort. As I read each of these stories, I feel like there is a such thing called love, but why haven't I had it?
Now don't get me wrong, I do love and receive it, but I have never been "in love" and that concerns me. We often get love and lust confused and fall into something that is so devastating and give up on love. This is not the case with me. I am trying to wait patiently for my Pretty Woman, climb up the ladder, rescue me and live happily ever after guy, but I think I'm fooling myself. But you have to admit that these stories have the best lines ever. There's always a male character who possess the qualities of the perfect man (tall, dark, handsome, great job) and this clouds up my logical thinking. I'm so caught up in this fictitious world that I am probably missing out on my fairy tale, because he looks normal and has a regular job. I am laughing at myself right now (hehehe).
I went out on Sweetest day, by myself, to see a stage play (All my single ladies) and the main character reminded me of myself. She was trying to hold on to a guy who meant her no good, while the guy she was suppose to be with was right under her nose. I wonder if I have missed out on my "Mr. Right" because I'm holding out for a "Mr. Fairy tale?" This has really had me thinking over the past couple of days. My standards are so high, that I doubt Shaquille O'Neal could reach them. I'm going to ponder on this one and get back to you guys next week (lol).
Have a great week. Ciao!!!
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