Rom Coms have ruined my (love) life

Maybe a bit dramatic. Hopefully a bit dramatic...

I do believe it do be true, however. If I could go back in time and make myself watch The Terrifier over some romantic comedy, I would, and I would do it a hundred times again. 

I was a casual rom com viewer- maybe a handful a month. However, I truly believe it warped and fried something in my brain. I have yet to discover what part of my brain melted during the technicolor love fest, but I am certain it was imperative to have that during my college years.

What a BORING story. Loser high school girl (A. Theater kid B. Choir kid C. English freak) who never had a boyfriend goes to college and blossoms into a beautiful, charismatic flirt! As I came to University of Alabama, I was fully under the impression that I would find my soon-to-be husband, or even several flings. But as the days pass by, I am growing more and more pissed. WTF! Not a soul has glided down bleachers singing a tune, or even had the DECENCY to have a witty back and forth banter with me. And trust me, I've tried.

         The sun sets as I glide a Maybelline smoky brown eyeliner in my waterline. The frat party of the week, broadcasting all over the school-wide Snapchat story. My hair falls into a mediocre mess of curls. I quickly tug at my new lacy black top. I looked odd. Not my usual style, but I thought it was fine for the theme. I roll my eyes as my roommate and I venture into the Uber.

    Making it into the muddy lawn of the frat house, I make eye contact with a boy. Decent looking, beer in hand. 

Him: Hey.

Me: Hey. 

Him: What's your major?

Me: Guess

Him: Hm. Nursing?

Me: Nope. English.

Him: Oh. Law school?

Me: Nope.

Him: English teacher, got it. 

I laughed instinctively. I normally laugh at comments like this. 

Wooooshhhh out of the Wattpad fanfic. SO not romantic, right. Every. Single. Time. My major is my kryptonite. Or at least that's what I've been saying every time I leave one of these events. But I am fully starting to believe it is my brain. And with each Valentines day passing by with a lack of plans so to speak, I continue to envy the lovers. Very common I know. But what is a girl to do. 

Okay. Tangent over. Happy February. 

-A.K. (cupid)