So I should've went to sleep about 2 hours ago, but something my roommate said to me tonight really stuck in my head, somewhere between Box saying he can't shave his own back, and Flow saying that his dad could do it for him, and somwhere between identifying a cleaver (a 1950s housewife) as a hairy vagina (hairy man cleavage + beaver), and somewhere between reminiscing about a guy from high school that apparently sweated beads of downy scented sweat because you could smell him and his refreshing detergent odor from down the hallway, and between our mention of naming my breasts in junior high, and I just couldn't go to sleep without writing something down. My eyes wouldn't shut, and my fingers were itching to type, despite wearing them down with my 10 page midterm I threw down earlier today.
In a series of laughing fits that lasted a good hour or so, a common subject seemed to be at the heart of the jokes between my roommates and their boyfriends - my keen ability to recreate movie scene situations, specifically from my favorite genre of films - romantic comedies - in my own love life. Though I don't know if you could call it a love life. It's more like a quest for love, with a lot of fumbles. And tumbles, and stumbles, and.....well let's just say it's been an interesting ride. And just to clarify, these romantic comedies that we all so dearly love, and wish our lives were really like that, well, lets pretend you took all those romantic comedies and just stopped at the embarrassing parts. Like the girl trips and falls in front of the guy she likes, and he usually thinks its cute, and helps her up like a gentleman, and makes some unbearably witty remark which follows in him asking her out? Rewind. I'm the girl that trips and falls. Guys rarely think its cute - in fact, from my experience, they feel embarrassed for you and run away. Gentlemen are rare, and witty remarks followed by invitations to coffee or dinner? Rarer still.
Somehow, beyond the other ridiculous topics to be laughed at, it was my recent dating disasters that invoked the highest pitched laughter. So its been decided, that these stories that keep my friends perpetually entertained must be shared. And who knows, maybe in the end, my quest for this idealistic view I have of the guy thats out there looking for me, but dating all the wrong girls, just might turn into a reality, and he'll find me. Till then, sit back and enjoy my dating rollercoaster. Or I don't even know what to call it. I'll figure it out.
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