How has Hollywood failed you?
Oct. 2nd, 2008 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacitGuys, I am seriously considering writing an airport rom-com novel. But... you know, a cynical one.
I've been mulling it over for a week or two, and have written down snatches that interrupted my attempts to sleep. I've spent the last couple of hours plotting it out. If I do this, it won't be autobiographical per se, but... given all the awful dates I've been on, the short-lived relationships I've had, and all the emails I've had from match.com, I've practically written it already. The premise would be how we all grow up expecting to find The One at the appropriate time and live happily ever after - I know, not really a novel novel idea, but bear with me. How, Hollywood would have us believe that nobody ever gets a cramp during sex, or is struck by mundane thoughts when they're supposed to be in the throes of passion. Occasionally, there are Mishaps With Jizz. You either like, fancy or respect a guy - but almost never all three. People get poked in uncomfortable places. Snogging gets tedious. Dating is not always fun; sex is not always good. You lose touch with attractive men because of scheduling conflicts. Some people never fall in love.
Here's what I want to know. What have you grown up to be disappointed with? What did Hollywood promise you? I'm at the brainstorming stage. Silly, serious... anything and everything welcome.
ETA: And, if you have any chronically single people on your flist (besides me), maybe you could point them over to here? Thanks!
I've been mulling it over for a week or two, and have written down snatches that interrupted my attempts to sleep. I've spent the last couple of hours plotting it out. If I do this, it won't be autobiographical per se, but... given all the awful dates I've been on, the short-lived relationships I've had, and all the emails I've had from match.com, I've practically written it already. The premise would be how we all grow up expecting to find The One at the appropriate time and live happily ever after - I know, not really a novel novel idea, but bear with me. How, Hollywood would have us believe that nobody ever gets a cramp during sex, or is struck by mundane thoughts when they're supposed to be in the throes of passion. Occasionally, there are Mishaps With Jizz. You either like, fancy or respect a guy - but almost never all three. People get poked in uncomfortable places. Snogging gets tedious. Dating is not always fun; sex is not always good. You lose touch with attractive men because of scheduling conflicts. Some people never fall in love.
Here's what I want to know. What have you grown up to be disappointed with? What did Hollywood promise you? I'm at the brainstorming stage. Silly, serious... anything and everything welcome.
ETA: And, if you have any chronically single people on your flist (besides me), maybe you could point them over to here? Thanks!