"Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman, I just need bottoms, and the woman says, I just need a top. They look at each other and that's the meet-cute."
Sometimes I choose to blame Hollywood for women's unrealistic expectation of love. First you're fed fairy tales, where the prince and princess always meet in the most perfect of circumstances, where the bad guys are easily identified with their dark clothing and sinister faces and where there is always a happily ever after. I mean, who wouldn't want a tall, dark and handsome man with a genie and 3 wishes to sweep you away on a magic carpet, right?
After high school, it's time to grow up and all of a sudden you're asking yourself why you haven't had your own spontaneous and steamy affair outside in the rain, like Ali and Noah in The Notebook. Or why fate doesn't continuously place your soul mate right before your eyes like in Serendipity? Or why you don't have a sexy foreign boyfriend like Jerry, who writes you letters and signs each one off with: Ps. I Love You.
I suppose I should apply my theory of all movie scripts to include those remarkable tales of love, lust and romance. I choose to believe that if someone has thought about a scenario or invention, written it down and brought it to life as a feature film, then chances are it's already happened or currently exists.
So what I suppose I'm saying is there must be women out there living their own happily ever after alongside their perfect prince in a journey which can best be described as a fairy tale.
Some may call me naive, while others think I'm completely deluded, but I still believe, despite my own personal experiences of heartache and mistrust, that Hollywood moments do exist and that one day Mr. Right will walk into my life...horse and carriage and all.
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