Yes see, so many of you agree that, that whole thing about finding “The One” is rubbish. We only set ourselves up for more and more disappointment, and c’mon, if everything was like in those romantic chick-flicks then not only would we have already found our One True Love somewhere like the grocery store, but we would also always have immaculate beautiful hair, no cellulite and a different pair of expensive shoes to wear every day.
Which of course, just isn’t what happens.
A fabulously fun friend Kate, who keeps me well entertained on MSN during difficult, boring, sleepy moments of work, randomly sent me this one day:
Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?"
The guy said, "No" and the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny and farted whenever she wanted.