WARNING: This may come off as a sappy, hopeless romantic-esque entry…so here it goes. I have no shame. This is not a true rant; this is a moment based upon impulse. Also, this is what 3AM will do to a girl I guess.
As I was sitting on my couch, watching romantic comedies, 500 Days of Summer and the Good Guy, throughout the evening via old-school DVD player and Netflix respectfully, as well as waiting for the movies to stream properly since my internet was acting a little shoddy, a thought crossed into my mind. I want a goddamn fairytale.
I understand full well and acknowledge that the movies are just “the movies,” and none of them are particularly accurate in regards to real life, but a strange feeling crept over me in an instant moment of reflection. It was a sense of fear, almost, but not quite. I cannot pin-point the exact term to describe this emotion, but maybe all I want, and possibly need for sanity’s sake, is to have a fairytale of some sort for once. I think I deserve it by now after all.
An ACTUAL gentleman to somehow pop up to treat me to an ACTUAL date (more than one date might I add) and who has an ACTUAL genuine interest in me. Wherever you are nice guy, please pop into my life somewhere. I would be so happy to see this. It would make me smile.