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I confess that I haven't read this book (though I have read It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken, the sequel), but I felt that as an experienced dater it was important for me to see this movie with my girlfriends.
Us, and every other woman in Greater Boston.
As I walked into the movie theater, I noticed that it was packed to the brim with females, interspersed with a handful of males. Aside from the token gays, I noticed a few loyal (repenting?) boyfriends and one father who was
The thing about this movie is, one minute it will validate every time you've ever thought you were being screwed around with by some stupid boy ("yes! exactly! I've SO been there!") but then it's as if Hollywood kind of pulls the message and back and says "yes well, sure, when men aren't nice to you it means that they aren't into you. But you STILL could end up with the guy someday!".
Why must movies always have to include a Hollywood ending? In life, even if you do get a happy ending, it's probably not going to be in the form of your boyfriend of seven years, who doesn't believe in marriage, suddenly changing his entire perspective on life. Also, he probably doesn't look like Ben Affleck.
But other than the constant need for the happily ever after, I did feel as though the movie addressed the fact that sometimes we look for hidden signals or signs from men (or women) who we desire, when in reality they are just trying to blow us off. Or keep us on the backburner. Or use us to cheat on their spouses. When a little boy tells a little girl that she looks like poop, it is not "because he LIKES you!" as many mothers will have their offspring thing. Likewise, if a man treats you like crap, it's because he doesn't think that much of you.
I feel like a fraud.
How could I call myself the dating diva when I've all but stopped any and all things related to dating/relationships? It's not just that I haven't dated anyone since the Neighbor, although that ship has long sailed, and I think back on it fondly (when was the last time I could say THAT about any of my relationships?), but it's also that I'm just not in the mood for dating.
Shocking, I know! I used to love the thrill of meeting someone new. The promise of possibility before a first date - before the guy has had a chance to make you pay half or remark upon your weight (actually has happened but no blog post unfortunately) or tries to hypnotize you, there's an almost euphoric sense of what could be, and for awhile I thrived on that feeling.
But now, meh. Not so much. I just don't wanna. There's some other stuff going on in my life that I'd rather not talk about on here, but which nonetheless keeps me preoccupied and not wanted to go onto the online sites. Or maybe it's because the last guy who wrote to me said he liked my smile because I "reminded him of his mother."
Yikes, can you blame me for my recent reclusive state? it's a jungle out there!
But I want to keep blogging - I miss it! And I'm not going to give up completely on my search for Mr. Right. After all, if it can happen to Verne Troyer, it can happen for me.
