Tales of a Hopeless Romantic: Day One

9:08 PM

I’ve been challenged by a friend. I will let go of all media that relate to the romantic nature. This is a problem because my favorite movies include: You’ve Got Mail, Sabrina, and of course Pride and Prejudice. These things fill my brain with swoony thoughts because we humans love…well…love. I'm done with this world telling me I'm "worth" something if "someone" would just love me. I would like to tell you something Mr. World, I was bought with a price, I know my worth. Please don't think me jaded or cynical (how can a hopeless romantic be cynical?!) but it is for this very reason I will try to avoid romantic novels and movies for one week. Let’s see if I can!

First problem I encounter is that I’m reading “Little Women”. Nothing says “sappy romance” like four virgins hauled up in a cottage during Christmastime, fighting against societal norms. One reason why I picked up the book was because I do like how our heroine, Jo, grows up into a successful writer but still finds that love in the end. Do you think that’s what I’m after? Perhaps.

Also, the relationship between Laurie and herself astonishes me. With every page that I find she still denies his love, I begin the think, “Agh! Why ever not? He’s your best friend?” But, I am learning something from the book. Jo knew better. She wanted to wait to find someone not quite as herself. She wanted something different, even though she didn’t know “different” took the form of a tall, broad-shouldered, German. **SWOON**

From now on, I will restrict my remarks to the weather.

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