still, the very cynical side of me

I think it's so ironic that we, girls, are the ones known for dreaming of "Mr. Right" when in reality every other man I meet still firmly believes there actually is a Ms. Right out there just waiting for them.

Would someone please let them know that there is no such thing as a live pin-up-girl? That the whole girl-next-door-book-smart-sexy-stripper type is a product of Hollywood and their fucked-up imagination? Who told men that story and why in the hell do they keep believing that's who they're destined to end up with? I don't know about you, but I quit trying to live up to those standards a looooong time ago.

I wish they would wake up and smell the fucking coffee!

the cynical side of me finds this hilarious

You see, I find the love facade the most offensive part. We're adults. We can handle it. Bitsy should say, ''I'm getting older, and I want companionship.'' Or Bobby should say, ''The hot men don't go for me anymore.'' But don't print invitations and call it love, as if love transforms people and changes molecules, 'cause that's bullshit.

Miranda's (Sex and the City) take on a wedding invitation.

marriage

by Married to the Sea

sweet, sweet valentines day