Mostly because I know I won't have time to read when I get back to school but also because I couldn't read all summer due to my study abroad trip that I was supposed to be preparing for and now I'm not going on the trip (which is entitled to its very own post). Either way, these books...I won't lie...they're romance novels. In my defense, they don't look like romance novels. You know, the big strong muscular dude with a half naked woman dangling around his neck. That's not what's on the cover. They look so innocent! They trick me into thinking they're regular books and then I get ten pages in and then there's this line about how they touch for the first time and the woman feels "a quiver low in her belly." EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Have you ever felt the quiver? In real life, with your man. Yeah, me either. At that point, I'm too far into the story to stop, right? I know what you're thinking, I'm 20 years old. Why do I need this in my life? It's not like I'm a lonely housewife.
...But I am a lonely girlfriend in a long distance relationship.
So does that give me a free pass? Is it okay that these stories are quite frankly enthralling? Of course they're always about the big hulking (HOT) asshole who just needs a good woman to save him from himself. For a while, I was stuck in that pattern in my own life. Date an asshole, think you can fix him, he breaks your heart, you keep running back to him because you can get something that you need from him. The fact of the matter is...these books lie. You can't fix him. No matter what you try. You cannot make him stop drinking, pay his bills, be faithful, be truthful, whatever. He is the way he is because he wants to be. You cannot groom him into the man of your dreams because...the man of your dreams is the man of your dreams when you meet him. He's not a fixer-upper and he's not a dog to be trained. He's the man you need him to be when he appears to you.
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