I can’t decide if I love or hate romance movies or books. I’ve always loved watching and reading them, major fan, but now that I think about it, they’re deceiving. My hopes are too high. The expectations I have are Augustus Waters, and the guys I talk to can barely manage a conversation.
Some would argue that my hopes should be that high, and I just need to wait for that one special guy to come along and sweep me off my feet. I used to believe that, but now, not so much.
I’ve been boy crazy basically since I was born. So the romance I saw in movies and read in books, that’s what I wanted. I wanted the love notes, or the spontaneous romantic adventures. I wanted it all, every bit of it. But growing up, it’s not like that. At least, for me. Maybe it would be different if I had ever been in love, but that’s not the case.
Every guy I’ve ever liked has been shy. I had to initiate everything. It didn’t bother me at first, because I loved to be in control, but after a while, it got old. I shouldn’t have to always talk to them first, or make all the plans. I just didn’t want to anymore.
So, after I got over which ever guy I was into at that time, I would snuggle up and watch a romantic, feel-good movie to make me cry and wish I was them. That’s not cutting it anymore.
As I see it, I have two options here: give up on the male species entirely, or begin the search for Mr. Perfect.
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The Search For Mr. Perfect
RomanceSky Young is done with boys. Every last one of them. They're mean, selfish, horny, and often have their dicks in their personalities instead of their pants. She's done wasting her time with all these mediocre boys who don't live up to her expectati...
