I've fallen in love again.
... Don't get your hopes up. No juicy details. No names. No stories. Maybe I should explain myself. Here goes: I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm the kind of girl you read about in all those pathetic stories. No boyfriend--depressingly single, an avid romance-novel reader (and occasionally writer). Oh, and I absolutely adore chocolate. But then, who doesn't?
My point is that I'm a sentimental fool.
I have fallen in love with a a different guy every week or so since I've been at college. There have been a few repeats, but mostly it's just been vague inclinations to one particular hottie or smarty-pants or another.
I'm hopeless, kids. Seriously. I am determined to have a fairytale romance. I want it all--the flowers, the music, the happy ending, the blithe and bonny smiles and kisses. And a very confused little part of me wants it NOW. Why, though? I'm only 18! There's plenty of time for all that maudlin mumbo-jumbo down the road, isn't there?
It must be the writer in me. Have I told you yet what my criteria are for boys I get crushes on?
1) He's admirable--handsome, smart, funny . . . he has to have something that catches my attention and holds it.
2) He likes ME. This is the tough one. I'll explain in a minute.
3) It would make a good story. And I'm serious about this one. I have fallen for some truly retarded people, just because if we ever did get together, there would be one heck of a story involved.
Only one of these is required. Occasionally there have been two, but there have virtually never been all three present at the same time. When there are--oh, brace yourself, 'cause I'm gonna start planning the wedding. LoL.
It's probably weird that I've started planning my wedding. I've tried justifying it by saying, "Oh, it's okay. Lots of girls do that. It's just silly and fun." But they DON'T. And it's so sad! What has happened to the women of my peer group? There is no . . . no silly romantic notions, no romance novel addictions, no giggly diary entries, no husband requirement lists . . .
I've come to realize over the years that I'm a very silly person.
And this is okay.
If you don't think it's okay, you're welcome to be wrong. :)
-Mary-Celeste
