My roommate, J, just asked me if I considered myself romantic. After careful deliberation and suspicion of the context and reason for her query, I said, “Behind closed doors.” To which she replied, “Yeah, you don’t seem it.”
“And you?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, definitely. I am hopeless.”
GREAT. Sometimes, I think the universe is playing a big joke on me, pairing me with those love-y types in futile hope of changing my cold exterior. I’m no cynic though.
I would call it being realistic.
I wholly agree! Btw, I linked you
Be proud, Millie! I prefer your careful optimism to some tightly corseted romance heroine with low blood sugar. Those (psycho-)bitches can eat cake in hell.
Btw — Might be working at Anthro! Pray to whatever gods smile upon thee for me to cinch this paying job!