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Of course it’s a love story. What other kind are there? Even the most action packed, gory, futuristic (robots taking over the world) movies need the minimal love line in it otherwise no one would ever go see them. By no one I mean girls; and if girls won’t watch it that means they are dragging their boyfriends to The Notebook or some other film that gets our hopes up about how love should be. Face it girls, the only reason these movies are make money is because we want to see the impossible. No guy is ever going to chase you through the busy city or blow you away with some spectacular confession of his love for you in front of hundreds of people, and that is exactly why saps like us go see it on the big screen.  We want it to happen that way so bad that we think maybe if we watch it happening on an entire wall in a dark theater than when we walk out of the room it will have magically become our lives. Face it sister; you’re walking out with the same guy you walked in with. Then we sit there disappointed in our relationships because our guys never show they care by knowing exactly when we want surprise flowers or what to say when we’re upset. Do you want to know why we can’t find mister perfect? Because we haven’t written him a script yet. Do you really think these men, these actors, would know the perfect things to do in a real love life? Of course not. That’s why the majority of them end in affairs and divorce just like the rest of us. Though I have not traveled down matrimony road I have had my fair share of “boy troubles.” Mostly with one man. The one I wanted and tried so hard to make Prince Charming, My knight and shining armor, Mr. Right, Edward Cullen? Us girls are showed at such an early age that the right man is out there for all of us. We hear stories of true love and men fighting for their women, but chivalry is dead. Not necessarily the morals and what it represents. Chivalry was a term used in the Middle Ages to describe the ideals of knighthood, honor; courage; respect. Those virtues are still very much a live though it’s hard to find a packaged deal, but knights have long gone. So, women, stop looking for one! I’m not telling you to go out and settle with the first Joe Schmo that whistles at your fancy, but when you meet the guy, and he turns out to be a lesser version of a knight, don’t push him away because you’re mad he isn’t up your ass every minute of the day, or that he stopped holding in his farts around you, and that yes his eyes do wander to other women’s assets. Listen, he’s a guy. He isn’t going to keep up telling you how beautiful you are the entirety of your “courtship.” To him once he’s gotten in your pants he thinks it’s assumed that you know he thinks you’re hot. When he no longer contains his bodily stenches to himself to them its like a mating call. It’s saying “Hey, I’m comfortable enough to not have to impress you anymore.” And I mean, boobs are boobs. One good pair looks just like the next, but yours are the pair attached to your face and your personality and the person he’s come to love. I’m not giving men permission to go blatantly drooling over every rack they see. Try and keep it classy with the occasional sneak-a-peek. Like I said before, I tried so hard to make my man the perfect guy, and looking back on it I realize I was trying to make him Hollywood’s version. I was so caught up in what I deserve that I couldn’t see what he was giving me, which was all he had. He may not have been Mr. Perfect, but he could be my Mr. Right. Real love isn’t made for T.V. It isn’t scripted and edited and revised and casted. It’s just there. You take it, you leave it, and both parties and some point are going to mess up and wonder if it is the right choice. Will I find better? Is there a perfect love? Truth: Perfect is different in everyone’s eyes. It is then though that we must improvise and choose a path and find out where it leads us. After all, the show must go on.

The siren passing by was not quiet.

A loudness such as a bittersweet kiss.

Rage through the body and start a riot

Ending in your eyes; such a dark abyss.

The sound climbs high above the tops of trees

Sticking in the wind blowing on to June.

Swaying to the frost of snow covered peas

All the way to the warm sun ripened prune

Reflecting off colors of a crystal

Down to the empty shot glass on the bar.

A bullet vibrating from a pistol

To each strum of music on the guitar.

The siren ricashaded and brooded.

The silence bit and all was concluded.

If my room is clean. 

If your house is clean.

If you’ve had dinner. 

If you had a bad day at work. 

If you’re bored or lonely.

Because. 

Today I spent the day doing things I wanted.

And I had a great time.

And it didn’t bother me that my fucking bed wasn’t made. 

So sorry I didn’t waste ten minutes of my precious life.

Making something that will get slept in tonight.

And no one would have ever seen. 

So fuck you very much. 

Goodnight.