Oh, Curse the Chick Flicks.

I used to absolutely love them.  Then I hated them, which is when I started getting into all the crime scene dramas.  No need for drama-romance, just the mystery-drama-whodunnit.

I've slowly been watching chick flicks again, "feel good" movies... tonight, my poison of choice was Valentine's Day.  It's a really cute movie, and if it wasn't for all the happy, lovey-dovey, gooey Hollywood false hopes that it portrays, I would really like it.  Awe, who am I kidding- there's definately a part of me that likes it. 

Just a part of me. 

The other part of me remembers Zach.  David.  Sean.  Gary.  Rejection.  Lies.  Pain. 

And yet, I still miss being in love.
(how sick is that?)