I'm just not that into it
The bitches and I went to see He's Just Not That Into You and I made myself really, really sick on Sprite and movie popcorn.
This movie would have been much more satisfying without the last ten minutes. I like it when everyone is as unhappy romantically as I am.
Actually, it was cute and fluffy, but it really made me glad that I'm single. It's just too much trouble, really. Finding someone, dating someone, waiting to see if he likes you, waiting to see if you like him, agonizing over it...
I'll say this. The birth control pills may have been a horrific experiment in violent mood swings, but they killed my libido long enough for me to get over the idea of OMG I AM 30 AND IF I DO NOT GET MARRIED SOON I WILL BE ALONE FOREVER. It was kind of weird. When I stopped caring about sex, I stopped caring about the idea of a boyfriend altogether.
Of course, when Valentine's Day gets closer, I will probably be all sad panda again, because inevitably, no matter where I work, people ALWAYS get flowers and I always hold out this tiny spark of hope that one day, I will walk in to find flowers on my desk.
But I console myself with the thought that the people getting the flowers also have to be on constant alert when they go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, to share the hot water with someone else, and to do twice as much laundry.
This movie would have been much more satisfying without the last ten minutes. I like it when everyone is as unhappy romantically as I am.
Actually, it was cute and fluffy, but it really made me glad that I'm single. It's just too much trouble, really. Finding someone, dating someone, waiting to see if he likes you, waiting to see if you like him, agonizing over it...
I'll say this. The birth control pills may have been a horrific experiment in violent mood swings, but they killed my libido long enough for me to get over the idea of OMG I AM 30 AND IF I DO NOT GET MARRIED SOON I WILL BE ALONE FOREVER. It was kind of weird. When I stopped caring about sex, I stopped caring about the idea of a boyfriend altogether.
Of course, when Valentine's Day gets closer, I will probably be all sad panda again, because inevitably, no matter where I work, people ALWAYS get flowers and I always hold out this tiny spark of hope that one day, I will walk in to find flowers on my desk.
But I console myself with the thought that the people getting the flowers also have to be on constant alert when they go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, to share the hot water with someone else, and to do twice as much laundry.