Isn’t it? Well please pardon my mistake for thinking that when two people come together it should be for mutual enhancement as opposed to misery! Yes, you can absolutely remember my birthday; yes you can remember anniversaries and Valentine’s day but more on that later. Yes, you should always want to dance with me in the rain and tell me how beautiful my hair looks in the moonlight.
I want magic! I want the fantasy! What’s wrong with that? I was raised on stories about princesses who were so helpless, they just slept all day. And then after a long while of this nonsense, some guy, or to be more precise, a handsome prince comes by and with one dazzling, princely slobber of a kiss, gives her life meaning once again. In every single situation, with or without a case of narcolepsy, life is mundane, awful or filled with menial labor and evil family members until the handsome male hero arrives.
In light of this, as a woman who is educated and working for a living, I am extremely accomplished and way ahead of the curve. Therefore, why would you not want to look soulfully into my eyes for several minutes at a time and tell me that I am the best thing that ever happened to you? Oh and by the way, since we are on the topic, you should never tire of telling me what I mean to you, because I will never be tired of hearing it. It is one of those little things that makes a woman like me feel appreciated and fall more in love with you with each passing day.
I may be strong and independent but I still want magic! I want the fantasy! Even as a child, I may have looked around and seen that the majority of relationships tended to degenerate into partnerships of convenience, strangers clinging to a lost ideal, devoid of the excitement it once had. I never wanted that to be me, I made up my mind to live happily ever after just like they did in my story books. I still believe it is possible because there are a few in real life who do and the day I met you, I believed I could make it with you. Please do not ask me to release this dream, what is there to aspire to in “reality” any way?
We may not be living in a Hollywood movie but real life can be so dreary at times. Why can’t we inject a little of our own magic into it? I do want you to be the guy in the chic flick who is rich and handsome and always says exactly the right things. When I look deep into your eyes, I should be able to tell that you love me so much, it hurts sometimes. But if I can’t have the dream because you were raised to be distant and to hide your feelings, then all I ask is that you give me a little something every now and then, just a little snippet of the dreamy, romantic Hollywood guy.
And while we are on the topic, if you can’t be the guy from the chic flick, then you certainly should not expect me to be the bimbo from the brainless guy-movies you watch. I do not wake up every morning looking like a pin-up model from the 50’s. I may not have big boobs and my mouth permanently open while giving the appearance of being not so smart while at the same time being incredibly carried away by your manly manliness that I can barely control my hormones. If you ask me, that’s the real fallacy, if this is what you think should or could actually be happening to you everday, you’re the one who living in lala land and not me.