Not that I really want to talk about it...

..because I'm intensely private. However: the need to vent prevails. Once again, my heart finds itself a little bent, folded, and stapled. I do not enjoy this, it sucks greatly. There are few words less pleasant to the ear than "I could never love you". So I'm a little blue, and delicate... and confused.

Because... I'm kind of a catch, theoretically. I'm decent-looking, I have a fantastic bottom, I'm smart, I like movies and graphic novels and kung-fu movies and food, and am not particularly high maintenance. Also, I'm told I'm rather good in bed*. I'm independent. I have a quirky fashion sense. I can cook, and bake, and dress wounds. I have nice hair, and high levels of personal hygiene. I am edumacated. So why is it that I have such difficulty in finding men who actually want to date me? I think I've been asked out about five times in my life- I end up dating friends, or doing the asking. Is there agreat big neon sign above my head flashing: "DANGER! DANGER! AVOID!" or something?

I think the problem is that a) I'm not a girly girl. I don't do giggling and pretending to be dim. also b) small boobs. very small boobs. c) my awesome ninja skills are intimidating d) I'm weird.

I'm going to die alone and be eaten by my bunnies.

*by your Mom. Sorry, misdirected repressed anger there.

Perhaps She Was hoping for George Clooney? Who Knows.

On Saturday, I braved the rain and wind and dumbasses* and caught the bus to the waterfront. I had some shopping to do, and I also really wanted to watch Blades of Glory, the latest Will Ferrell movie. It wasn't an Anchorman or a Zoolander, but it was surprisingly enjoyable. From the reviews and what people had told me, I was expecting more of a gross-out comedy, but it was surprisingly sweet and warm and not, in my opinion, particularly objectionable**.

which was why I was a little disturbed to see a woman striding out of the movie theatre and up towards clicks, pouting furiously and declaring: "that was so stupid! It was a stupid movie! I can't believe....STUPID!"

At first I thought she was just a random crazy, or just trying to be a good altruist by forewarning all the people who might want to head to Cinema Nouveau instead, until I glimpsed; traipsing behind her with a distinctly hangdog expression; the Boyfriend. His longsuffering silence and resigned demeanor kind of gave the impression that this is a Thing. That She Does.***

And I have to wonder, how did they get to this? Did she think she would like the movie? did He promise her romance, and she got Will Ferrell's crotch? Because frankly, in order for her not to have understood what this movie was going to be like, she has to have been walking around with her fingers stuck in her ears, her hands over her eyes, and making "Ngaaah ngaah ngaah" noises.

Or maybe she was forced into it? Is this some sort of assault-by-movie? Perhaps she takes movies very seriously. I don't know, and never will. But it's kind of driving me crazy.

* a large proportion of the people who go to the waterfront on weekends are often seemingly struck by temporary (or not) idiocy, and are unable to conduct conversations anywhere but at the top of the escalator, or have never seen t-shirts before.
** although perhaps I'm just hardened and inured to depravity and The Sickness. I hope not, that would make life all the more boring.
*** I mean, I can't claim never to have thrown a tantrum at a boyfriend before... but ... but... it was a movie!!!! And it was good... wasn't it?