The Romanticism Begins

So no kidding aside, my parents are the definition of the world's cutest couple. Well maybe not the cutest, but have you ever thought about the words 'soul mates'? When you try to imagine how a pair of soulmates would act and be, my parents pretty much fit the description.

They've been married for going on 33 years, and they act like they are in the exact same marital bliss they experienced on their honeymoon. This can be both delightful and sickening to watch, as their daughter, it just doesn't seem right to see my parents making out. They don't go anywhere without each other. I tried to have a mother/daughter day at the spa with my mother once, and she actually looked uncomfortable with the idea of being away from her husband for 2-3 hours. But it's nice to know that they make each other that happy, despite fading looks, increased health problems, and financial distress.

They make true love seem impressively possible. Its a real tease, especially for me, their 21 year old single daughter, who still has not found her 'one'. And sometimes I start to believe that not everyone finds there 'one' and people like my parents are just really lucky. Nonetheless, its inspiration to keep looking - to think that I can find what they did.

Unfortunately for me, this made me believe in the movies. You know, the idea that coffee shops and bookstores are where the smart, handsome, intellectual, and cultured boys roam in great outfits and glasses, scooping up women at leisure when the two happen to be reading the same Tolstoy novel, and luring her in with his wit and charm. So that's where you see me hanging around a lot of the time - hoping that one of these virtually one in a million opportunities will one day bestow itself on me - and that is aside from the fact that I really do absolutely love bookstores and reading, and coffee and the environment. Just really, where in the world do people really meet their potential life mates in a book store? I seek the coincidence. But in reality, its when you stop looking is when it hits you. Or at least thats the reassurance I get from everyone. Won't stop me from going to the bookstore, but might keep me from flirting with anyone that works at Starbucks. Or not.