Romantic Comedies

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    Jul 23, 2011 1:05 AM GMT
    So here I sit alone tonight watching alas another cheesy romantic comedy. I have a glass of wine in one hand and some Caramel Corn Rice Cakes in the other.
    Here's a legitimate question. Are there any guys out there that actually believe in true Love? The kind of Love where you wake every morning excited? Does it even exist? Watching these Romantic Comedies every Friday nights are making me start to wonder. I mean I am 26 and I haven't been in Love yet..Which leads me to believe, I am missing out on a crucial part of life here. I have never felt butterflies and the scenario I have created in my mind has yet to come true. I am not cynical at all. I just am not settling. I just watch these damn RC and can't help but think to myself...is this what its really like? I want to walk in Central Park with my significant other hand in hand as our dog runs along in front of us. In the Winter I want my man to put a snowflake on the tip of my nose. I want to kiss in the rain....do these things happen? I think I probably need to not be so guarded and let things just be...but I can't help but be wishful. I want that life. I mean I do love my life, its indeed already charmed in its own right. .but it seems like its getting harder and harder to find that kinda guy .....
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    Jul 23, 2011 2:39 AM GMT
    Yes, there is real love out there. I found it and have been with my man for almost nine years. But finding true love has done nothing to make me a fan of romantic comedies.
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    Jul 23, 2011 3:47 AM GMT
    jdukay24 saidRomantic Comedies ... I want to walk in Central Park with my significant other hand in hand as our dog runs along in front of us. In the Winter I want my man to put a snowflake on the tip of my nose. I want to kiss in the rain....do these things happen?

    I waited a long time for my first boyfriend and at 26 thought I really hit the jackpot. Pursuing me, he was a gorgeous, sandy haired green-eyed former runway and print model and Johns Hopkins graduate, about two years older, a real "prince." I lived in the low west 70's of Manhattan, he downtown. After a few months together I had the notion to invite him to a Sunday afternoon picnic lunch in Riverside Park in what I envisioned as the perfect romantic date that I've always seen in the movies and never experienced. I packed a basket and a blanket, he brought the wine, and we laid out, watched the boats sail by, held hands and talked, enjoyed the sunset over the Hudson and ended it on an uncharacteristically chaste note to preserve the mood. I offered to walk him the couple of blocks south to the 72nd Street subway but he declined, choosing to walk crosstown instead. I sensed something was up. A couple of hours later I got two frantic calls at home within minutes of each other. The first was my boyfriend, upset that he was punched by a drunk friend of mine after ignoring him at the gay bar he'd happened to stop in at on his way home. The second was that friend upset that he was punched for calling my boyfriend out on sticking his tongue in another guy's ear at the bar after our date. Ultimately not the stuff of romance, but comedy? Now I look back on the gay drama of my twenties and laugh!