I hate typical sayings such as ‘there's more fish in the sea’ and ‘Mr Right will come along when you least expect it’ because I’m really not expecting him to arrive any time soon – therefore where is he?
I know that it’s unrealistic to expect Jude Law to knock on my door at three in the morning, drunk beyond belief and asking for a place to stay - one, because I’m not Cameron Diaz, and two, because I don’t live in Surrey. But it has got to be said that films do give me false hope that my love life will be a fairytale, and I now refuse to give in to anything less - as unrealistic as this may sound.
From a young age I have had an understanding that a prince was going to canter into my life on a white horse, and kiss me whilst I’m sleeping - this much I know is definitely fairytale. However, I would now quite happily settle for a man to walk (as I have a phobia of animals anyways) into my life, and take me out on a date. This 21st Century fairytale is much more feasible – though unfortunately this also remains only a fairytale in my mind.
Through the relationships I have been in, I’ve not once been taken out on a true ‘first date’ – where both parties get to know each other on a relaxed common ground. The closest I’ve had to this was a meal with my ex to try and salvage our relationship. Not exactly the situation I was looking for.
So until this first date appears, I will take Miss Diaz’s advice and drink my amaretto and coke, (because I don’t like wine) and sing ‘Mr Brightside’ as loud as I can - enjoying myself whilst waiting for the doorbell to ring. After all, the Pizza Delivery man is on his way, and if he looks anything like Jude Law, he’s not going to know what’s hit him tonight.
