Finding Your Couch Potato Lover Has Left Me With a Whole Bunch of Questions…

Netfling

Oh the bane of having to be sociable. It has been my Achilles heal for as long as I can remember. Okay, fine, to be honest I’ve been a hardcore grumpy grump hermit for the last three and a half years. As I’m sure you’ve gathered, dating hasn’t really been on my social to-do list lately. It’s not that I haven’t tried, it’s just that I miss the old way of how people met. You know, in person. Where they could witness your great personality first hand. Instead of a couple of pictures and some texts through a dating app.

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The Notebook – The reality is love is not like the movies…

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The only movie I cried like a baby to is The Notebook. I’m pretty secure with myself to admit that in writing. There you have it, I’m not a complete cold-hearted bitch (which my ex-boyfriend so kindly labelled me on several occasions…I’m secure to put that in writing as well).

This movie for some reason makes me want to believe in the fairy tale of love as well as making me look at my life and wanting to kill myself all at the same time. How can one movie do that to you? Sometimes I used to put it on when my then boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch. Or when I would end a relationship, or even when I was on the verge of killing men. I would find solace in putting it on relaxing and re-energising my love for romance. It was that or me going on a murdering rampage directed towards all the douchebags of the world. Since I did not want to lead a life of criminal mischief I always decided to watch the movie. Here’s the thing though, putting this movie on every time is not really doing any favours for me. It literally drives me crazy. I sit there and wish I could find a man who would love me like Noah. To wish for something like that and then have a glimmer of hope that it might be out there is let’s face it, bullshit. No wonder women have such a warped sense of love and on top of that have the highest expectations on the planet. It’s ridiculous. And yet, on top of my negativity, I still have that hope for a fairytale romance. How is that even possible?

I am pretty sure that women relate to movies on a much higher unrealistic level more so than men. Men just want to be James Bond and envision themselves with all the gadgets and women for that matter. We are the ones that watch the rom-coms, romantic dramas or more accurately put, the mushy mush of lovey-dovey rainbows and unicorns. We then look at our partners with a sideways glance of annoyance because while we are watching the love fest on our screens we are running a list off in our head of our partners not doing what the leading man in the movie is doing. I know, it’s ridiculous, but it’s true. How many times have you sat down and watched a lovey-dovey movie sighing because your life has not come even close to that level of intense love? Here’s the thing people, it is a movie. Yes, after the countless of times I have sat my ass down to see it and to wish upon every holy wishable thing on this earth that one day it would eventually come true, it won’t. Maybe some form of liveable love exists. But to put all your hopes into such a perfect form of love is unattainable and most definitely unrealistic.

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