Damn Movies

Movies have completely ruined my life! Not just because they parade around hot women that I can never look like, nor because they insist on throwing extremely hot men into my face that are way out of my league. I hate them because they have made my standards for a relationship ridiculously high! (But not the way you think)

Here's why:
I am a person who loves to do things for the story that will result. I always want to do something that is midly illegal, like tagging, because it would be funny to talk about the time that I went tagging, leaving out the part where I sprayed two spots on a wall that was already fully tagged. In college I met one of my soul mates in the form of my roommate, who also likes to make elaborate plans for hijinks. We used to hide in closets to scare people, drive four hours round trip to get to a Macy's, ask people to buy us food even though we had already eaten - just because. And I still do things like this now.

But the real problem is in relationships. I want to have a movie-start to a relationship. Instead of saying, "I met my boyfriend online," or, "His friend introduced us at a party," I want to be able to say something like, "He almost ran me over with his car, but asked me out to dinner to apologize," or, "I left my wallet at Starbucks and he came back every day for a week to return it." These are completely ridiculous examples - but the notion itself is ridiculous. I just want to meet a guy - it shouldn't matter how it happens! So I meet him in a bar? Ok! He STILL got met!

The real problem isn't that I will decline the advances of a guy who I don't meet in an exceptional situation. The problem is that I FALL for guys who I meet in these type of situations, regardless of my attraction to them. And then I try to push our meeting into a relationship, without paying much attention to the other human being.

The Holiday called it a meet cute.

Here is my favorite meet cute: I went to Big Bear with a friend and my sister to attend their Oktoberfest. When we pulled up to the motel, there was a LARGE group of men, which sort of freaked us out because they looked extremely rugged. As we were walking to our room, two more guys walked by us and I asked one if he was with the large group, which he affirmed. He explained that they were fire fighters there due to the wild fires going on in the area (at which point I am screaming out in excitement - in my head). I asked if he was going to Oktoberfest, he said that he wasn't sure, so I told him that he should. Cut to the three of us going to a liquor store to buy some small bottles of booze - we walk in and there are three extremely rugged looking guys already in the store. I immediately assume that they are robbing the place - which was very disturbing because I almost walk into one and he ends up being tall, red headed and very handsome. I was asking where they kept the small bottles of alcohol and he answers, "Right there behind the counter." I thank him, and secretly beg him not to kill me since I was polite.
Now we are at the Oktoberfest, we find the guy from the parking lot, he waves us over, and we start chatting with him and his friends. A few minutes later, three more friends come and join us - the guys from the liquor store!(Not robbers/killers, but firemen?! Swoon!)

Isn't that cute?! Well, it led to almost two years of wishing and hoping that I could marry this guy, in spite of the ten hour drive it took to get to his place, in spite of the fact that he drank more than I was comfortable with, in spite of the fact that we had very little in common, just because I knew my wedding toast would be EPIC!!

This is the problem. One that I hope I can get over one day. But it definitely hasn't happened yet.