Sex & the Single Woman: A Sucker For Love

I just can’t help it. Put me in front of any cheesy romantic movie and not only will I become glued to the television, I will become completely invested in the characters’ relationships. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic, maybe I don’t have any taste. Regardless, I am a shameless fan of the rom-com genre.

The question on the table now is whether I’m simply indulging my optimism about love or whether I’m giving myself unrealistic expectations about my own love life.

I’m not going to lie — I would have a hard time saying “no” to the guy who meets me at the top of the Empire State Building at midnight or stands outside my bedroom window holding a boombox above his head. But ultimately, I can’t expect that of any boyfriend I will have.

But while I continue to be a victim of escapism and a resident of reality, there is always a small part of me that hopes Richard Gere will take me on a shopping spree on Rodeo Drive.