Bogus And Empty.

What happens when I sit down to watch one of those sentimental, "boy meets girl" movies? I get sappy. I get emotional. I get... girly.

Those chick flicks, as they've been deemed, are giving every girl who watches them a false sense of reality. Love doesn't ever happen that way. As much as we want it to, it just can't. Regarless of which chick flick you're watching, here's the plot: boy meets girl, they fall for each other, boy fucks, girl gets angry, separation, boy begs for forgiveness, girl realizes she loves him, girl takes him back, happily ever after. LOVE NEVER HAPPENS THIS WAY!

However, every woman in America hopes and hopes to find the knight in shining armor and for their scenario to pan out exactly like that. Every girl is sadly mistaken. It won't ever happen that way. Sorry girls. No matter how much of a hopeless romantic you are, it just won't happen.

I recently wrote a very heart-felt, endearing letter to a friend of mine, a man I truly love with all my heart, soul, body. As much as I'd like to think hopeless romantic acts such as writing love letters might help the boy to realize just how much he loves me, it just won't happen. The harsh reality is that he sees me only as a friend. I'm glad I can still call him my best friend, because I would be completely lost and abandoned without him. But love letters don't cut it.

So let's talk about my other caring side. I met this guy a couple weeks ago. We've talked quite a bit on the phone. He seems really nice. Thursday I asked him if he wanted to go out for his birthday. He said he'd call back. Didn't. We did, however, already have plans for me to take him out Friday night. When he said he would call me back after he was out of class, do you think he did? Nope. Later in the evening he texts saying he's got some other plans, but he might stop by the bar I, then, go to a bit later. Whavever. Does he come by? No. He goes downtown, to JR's. When I leave the bar I'm at, I call him. He's drunk and wants someone to come hang out with him. And if you know me well enough at all, you'll know that I go down and pick him up. As soon as I walk in the door, he starts flirting with every other guy in the place, knowing full well that I like him. What the fuck?! So he wants to go to this other bar, Charlie's. So what do I let him do? I let him lead me around, where he tries to hit on some guys there, albeit without luck. He's tired, so I take him home.

Now, Saturday night. I'm hanging out with another friend, and once her boyfriend came home, I split to leave them alone. Going downtown again, what scene do I run in to? He's again hitting on every guy there. He meets up with a guy he met online, who happens to turn out to be a creep and a nerd, so this guy begs me to help get rid of him. I do my friendly duty to help out, and problem solved. Then, we stroll down to Charlie's again, where, on our way, he gets very flirty and touchy-feely. I like it, and I start to open up a little bit more, becoming comfortable once again. Becoming happy once again. And then, we get to Charlie's, and what do you think happens? He starts flirting with every other guy there, ignoring me, wandering off, leaving me alone. And if you know me well enough, leaving me alone in a place I'm unfamiliar in, I'm gonna start to freak out. Both Friday and Saturday nights, he always asked me how I was feeling, if I was okay. I always said yes. I was disturbingly amused at watching him dance in circles from guy to guy at the bar. Well, at Charlie's, he says he's going to the bathroom. I told him I'd be right where I was, and about 15 minutes later, I see him walk out the front door. I try calling him to see where he's going; no answer. So I chase him down, and what happens? I thought you left me. Nope. I was right where you left me. I tell him I'm not feeling well and that I want to go home. He asked to go to the bathroom once more, so I let him. I sit outside for about 20 minutes, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and get frustrated, again. So I go inside, and what do I see? He's standing there making out with some complete stranger he just met at the bar.

So now I'm upset, hurt, pissed, angry, hurt some more, and just overall frustrated. I text him, telling him to fuck off and that I'm leaving without him. He calls me about 10 minutes after I'd left asking what the problem was. I tell him, he pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking about. And I explain to him why his actions of the past few nights hurt me so damn much.

I tell him, "Every guy I have ever liked, every guy I have ever shown any kind of interest in, every guy I have ever met has let me down brutally on nights such as this. Every guy has treated me with such disrespect that, when a new guy does come along to give me the time of day, I get very excited and hopeful that this one will be different." I told him, "I met you, and you were genuine. You opened up to me, and you let me open up to you. And I thought you would be different. I thought I had a chance. I thought I could finally have found a guy who'll give me the chance I deserve, the respect I need, the love I yearn for."

He said he knew that I liked him and that, because he was new to town, he just needs to time to adjust, to meet new friends, new people. Experience new things. I told him that's understandable, but he needs to have more respect for the person who graciously offers to go all the way downtown to pick up his drunk ass and take him home so he doesn't have to spend more money on a cab.

All in all, chick flicks are bogus. Hopeless romantics and their methods (ie. love letters) are empty. And men are fucking assholes.