Rom Com = Rom Con

Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy fights for girl and despite numerous challenges (they’re from different social/ financial backgrounds, he/she screws up majorly, blah blah blah…) they find a way to be together. Because in the all – too – perfect world of romantic comedies, love prevails.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to drop some knowledge on you: this is all one big con. A money – making ploy by Hollywood, Hallmark and the flower and confectionery industries to tug at our heartstrings, and force us to cough up millions in an attempt to win that “special” someone.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a strong believer in love, and in an ideal world, everyone would have their own little rom – com going on. But the world is not ideal and, to quote one of these multi – million franchises, most of us are the rule, not the exception.
So we don’t always end up with “the one”, there are rarely ever these grand gestures of love like rooms full of roses and people belting out ballads in the rain accompanied by badly tuned stereos (isn’t that a mild electric shock waiting to happen?), people running through the airport with a last minute ticket purchased to get through security so they can stop the person they love from leaving with the “wrong” person, the startling confessions of love that make us reach for the tissues and make that ugly half – smiling, half- -crying face… well, you catch my drift… The sad fact is that life is severely underwhelming in comparison, and these movies do nothing but mislead those of us who are foolish enough to buy into them. Woe unto the suckers who decide to date said foolish women, for they shall find themselves competing with sparkly vampires and other such icons of foolish love, a battle which no mere mortal without the help of lights, HD cameras, a possible award – winning script, and years of production and fine – tuning, can win.
Wow, don’t I sound like the bitter bitch! Totally not my intention, I was just thinking, these movies put men (and women, sometimes) on ridiculous pedestals. I believe in soulmates and that there is someone for each of us out there. And the funny thing about soulmates is, we may not always get exactly what we want, but we most definitely get exactly what we need… methinks God/ the Universe/ whatever or whoever you choose to believe in has a great sense of humor…and with that dear bloggers, I am putting the Universe out of its misery, and retracting my previous list of outrageous demands… well, most of them ;)

Oops, I did it again…

Hi, my name is _____ and I’m a drama – holic. I’m not even sure that’s the right word; methinks I suffer from temporary insanity. And the catalyst? Seximus Prime… I though I was done with him but clearly I’m not.
I saw him on Thursday, hadn’t seen him in a while sot we were catching up. Time flew faster than I realized and I was still at uni, more than an hour’s drive from my house. So he suggested that I stay. I went outside to talk it through with my mum and she was cool. So I walk back inside to look for him and he’s nowhere in sight. So I call him. He says he’s left. Where is he? At a friend’s place. And there’s no room for me to sleep over. Great.
Long story short, I stayed at a friend’s house. And I’m still kicking myself for letting him back in.
And for letting him know he still has a hold on me.
Sigh, I don’t know why I do this to myself.

On a happier note, I’m done with my exams and now I have time to start on something I’ve been thinking about in a while. Perfect distraction while I sift through the nonsense that is my brain…

Ready For Love...

Before I begin, isn’t this like the best song ever? Well, maybe not ever, but it is pretty awesome. And just for the record, I’m talking about the India. Arie one, not the one by Bad Company or Cascada.
I think I’m ready for love. Now I know what you’re thinking L.A, you’re like whoa, slow down there horsie!, but let me explain. I don’t mean that I’m ready to jump into something really deep right now, just that I’m ready to love again, and to be loved. And when I meet someone that I think is going to be worth my time, I'm going to ever – so – slowly ease into things and let love happen if it’s meant to.
I haven’t read The Secret so I’m not so sure how this Power of Attraction thing works but I think it has something about telling the universe exactly what you want. Someone please correct me if I’m wrong, I can’t be assed to Google it… but for the purpose of this post and my current train of thought, let’s just go with what I said.
So listen up Universe, this is what I want!
I want a man who will treat me with absolute respect; I’m tired of taking shit from guys.
I want a man who will laugh at my jokes… even the really dumb ones… especially the really dumb ones.
I want a man who will appreciate the music that I love. I’m not asking him to love it, just to appreciate it.
I want a man who can quote my favorite lyrics to me.
I want a man who I can sit with in silence and there’s no awkwardness.
I want a man who I can talk to for hours non – stop. About everything and nothing.
I want a man to kiss in the rain.
I want a man with lips that beg me to kiss them… thick, juicy lips… like Jeremih… yum =)
I want a man to go on walks with; our hands in each other’s back pockets.
I want a man who smells real good. The kind of guy who makes me want to jump his bones just by catching a whiff of his cologne.
I want a man who is much taller than I am. But I’ll settle for just slightly taller than me when I’m in my 6 – inch heels =)
While I’m on that point, I want a man with a sexy body. I don’t mean washboard abs but a nice, tight body would be appreciated… and nice arms… and thighs… ;)
I want a man who will inspire me to paint like I used to.
I want a man who I will want to write soppy poetry about. I haven’t had that in a long while.
I want a man who will make fun of all my little strange habits but love me for them anyway.
I want a man who will get along with my family. Especially my mum… and my brothers.
I want a man who will be completely honest with me, even though the truth might hurt me.
I want a man who will understand when I turn into a bitch every 28 days or so.
I want a man who would sit through all my favorite movies over and over even though he doesn’t care much for them, but just because he knows how much I love them… like Grease… especially Grease…
I want a man who will make me feel like I’m discovering love for the first time…

Hold up Universe, I’ve got finals to read for, can I get back to you when I’m done?
P.S: I want to pass my finals!

…Lately I’ve been thinking
Maybe you’re not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I’ll say the same thing…

3 Days and Counting

It’s funny how different people’s opinions of the same event can be. To him it was a romantic kiss that was the highlight of their date; to her it was an assault on her mouth led by his lips and quickly followed by his tongue. To him, it was about getting to spend as much time with her as he could because after all, they really liked each other right? To her and all her friends, it was concerning stalkerish behavior. To him, it was the worst day he’d had in a while, when she publicly told him to leave her alone and divulged details about him that were supposed to only be between them. To her… it was the worst day she’d had in a while, she utterly humiliated him and after reveling in her short – lived triumph, realized just how much she felt for him, and how much she would miss him.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, I’m just hoping I’ll have a point by the time I’m done…
Wait, I think I know what I’m trying to get at… people take things for granted, take other people for granted, and once that thing or person disappears, they realize just how important they were. Why can’t we just appreciate people while they’re around, instead of only recognizing how great they were after they’ve gone?
Ok, shit, I’ve lost my point again…
Maybe I don’t have a point… maybe I’m just letting my fingers roam on the keyboard in the hopes that I will unload whatever it is that’s been keeping me awake and restless, whatever it is that’s to blame for the 3 days and counting (actually it's been longer but "3 days and counting sounds cooler) migraine that I have, whatever it is that’s turned me into an emotional mess, whatever it is that’s keeping me from functioning as a normal human being… well, as normal as I can be…
xoxo
[listening to: Dear You – Josh Auer]

Random Life Update...

It’s been a while since I wrote last. Not because I haven’t had anything to say; I just haven’t had the words to say it.
The coast trip was fun, only one of the boyfriends showed up but that didn’t seem to help my situation. Everyone was über hormonal and so it was a rather tense trip all round. One friend was mad because her boyfriend didn’t show up; an inevitable situation for him because his future was at stake, but one that led to their breaking up a few days prior because she couldn’t control her estrogen levels. The other friend was moody because her boyfriend couldn’t make it for work reason aswel. He eventually did make it, surprising her on our last night there but then she channeled her hormonal outbursts at me, getting angry because I was left alone in the pool with him. Before you let your mind wander, let me clarify that I have never been attracted to him in any way, shape, or form, and that our conversation was mostly him telling off about my poor dating decisions, and me trying to calm him down because he was mad at said girlfriend because she snuck off to smoke and lied to him about it. So back to the pool scenario, she came to offer us a drink, enquiring if we would like a condom aswel. She calmed down eventually, but I’m still bitter about that… the friend who came with her boyfriend did not spare us from her hormones either; she had a huge row with him, something about him smoking pot without her consent and her punching the wall in anger… I was only half listening…
I must say, if this is what relationships are all about these days, I’m quite happy to be single!
The trip wasn’t all hormones and no fun; we did manage to squeeze some fun in there somewhere. Loads of rounds of Ring of Fire, in which I managed to draw the K more times than everyone else, a case of champagne, almost ten bottles of vodka, 14 packs of cigarettes, a few baggies of shash, 5 very vicious bikini tans, loads of Ramen noodles and sausages… ummm, I don’t remember much else…
I have to run, my break is over and I’ve got loads of work to do… later people!xx