In this particular instance, the overhearing touched on one of my favorite dating conundrums affecting the modern woman: "It was really fun, but I dumped him after two months," the girl in gladiator sandals said, "" Bippity, boppity, boo! Our expectations for men (and vice versa) are so out of whack, we go straight to fantasyland as a stand-in for our disappointment.Are you expecting to board the platform 9 and 3/4 train to Boyfriendland, where everyone looks like Liam Hemsworth or Javier Bardem and they're just waiting for your arrival holding three bags of Louboutins and a puppy?And if dating someone based on shared beliefs in Twitter trolling or commonly muted words isn't enough, you can always date someone based on your shared hatred of things.
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And I'm not confusing this with having standards or wanting to be respected or having a connection with someone in a crowded bar while the song "Somebody That I Used to Know" plays and you've lost all knowledge of time and you know that this person will affect your life deeply. It's time to beam back down to planet earth, into the world of reality. They've gone to a place where Edward the Vampire is beloved (and totally deemed a real person) and it's cool and desirable to have a long-lost lover named Gale (is that a guy's name?
) who hunts with you in the woods in a dystopic land where you have to kill other children. I hate to break this to Wiccans and other horitculturalists everywhere, but MAGIC ISN'T REAL. Sure, you can see facets of your own "prince charming" when he picks up your dry cleaning for you or tells you that you look beautiful or is sweet and supportive about your fledgling writing career.
There are lots of things to blame for the incorporation of the fictional and fantastical into the realm of dating, but the most amusing is our vernacular. Yes, you can describe something as magical, but not in reference to another person. There might be passionate kisses, or similar thoughts, but unless you're Tan Mom, fireworks are never going to go off. We've developed worlds of wonder and excitement like , but Ariel isn't selling fork-combs on Etsy.
I hear this all the time, metaphors about "sparks" and "flames" in reference to dates. It's not just the lexicon of ridiculous, but of course, popular culture that has led us to believe that love is a thing of fairy tales. TV shows continue the mythical nature of a magical relationship and/or man, but the real culprit is actually Disney, as we all know, for telling girls that three mice will totally help you flat iron your hair. Or that your prince, (white), with the same helmet hair, will come to your rescue and you're going to feel whatever magic is.