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What are we gonna do…. With it?”

Nope. Not me.

I watched Hitch this evening. I had a date, but it wasn’t love on second sight. And, as I’m blogging at 2:30 am, you can it wasn’t a romp in the sack either.

The movie was funny. Several decent laughs, rare bouts of slapstick comedy. I would say it’s one of the better romantic comedies. Then again, that could be attributed to Eva ‘oh! Sweet Jesus what a behind’ Mendez, Will Smith and Kevin James. However, that is not the point.

It seems like I enjoy torturing myself. I go into these movies hoping that they would be funny, but knowing that the cheesiness (a.k.a. hollywood romance) will hit me after I leave the theater, and get me wondering my own. I’m not in love. Haven’t really been in love (well, geek-virgin-in-highschool crushes don’t count do they?). Ok, maybe, once, in my relatively recent history, I was sort-of heart broken. Weak.

I guess I can’t force that. Though, I want to experience it. Then again, with my requirements, it’s not gonna happen soon…

Anyway, I can’t complain about dating, or meeting women. Just about the nothingness that hits in at most after the second date (or midway through the first, at the earliest). I want it for once to be effortless. I want to be genuinely interested. I want to actually look forward to every minute. Or is that asking too much?

Ah well…

It seems like it’s fucking starting to snow again outside. Could it be that I morphed into summer-happy-me mode too soon? Am I going to have to switch back to winter-gloomy-moi? I guess I’ll no tomorrow.

In the meantime, I bid you all, bonne nuit.