Monday, July 16, 2012

Dating vs. Hollywood

One of the most annoying things about all these Hollywood-made movies and series is their take on looooove and dating. Seriously, how do these people always get dates and find person whom they find attractive? In less than a month?! And how do they even have the time?
Anyone with answers to one or more of these questions, please do enlighten me!

One of my favorite love stories for sure!

I recently started dating the cousin of a friend of mine, and I'm so paranoid about it. He doesn't text me a lot, but the few times we've hung out he hasn't seemed uninterested. I do not get it. At all. I'm really confused and annoyed, and I don't want to keep being the one to take initiatives, it's just too weird, I think. I don't know.
Also, what's up with the dude always paying everything? That sucks, what happened to equality, guys? I feel slightly awkward if the guy pays everything. But it's kinda nice if he offers. Gentlemen are not to be frowned upon!
I'm rambling and not making a lot of sense. Apologies.

On the bright side, I guess, something is actually happening in my "love life" currently. The frustration and anxiety is a minor detail, I suppose.
Other than that, the Danish summer is pretty crappy again this year, but I've got a holiday planned in Southern France, so soon I'll wave goodbye to (literally) grey days and rainy weather. Then I just have to find a gorgeous French dude and forget about what goes on back home.
If I lived in a Hollywood production it would not be a problem and there would be 3 possible paths forward:

1. I'd find an amaaazing guy and forget all about my problems at home, and get a happy ever after.*
2. He would come running after me, realising what he's missing, and we'd live happily ever after.*
3. I would realize, halfway through my vacation, that all I ever wanted is at home, have a perfect game plan that would work, and live happily ever after.*

I will end this post's rambling with a little motivation. For paddling or going on vacation somewhere exotic or to spend more time googl'ing shit. Have a nice week, peeps!

Yippie kay yay, motherfucker!

*Until the sequel.

P.S. Who the hell googles "check out my tits dad"?! That's just wrong. Or very, very weird at the very least. And wrong.

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