Love and cynical me

She was beginning to regret accepting the invitation to the party. Worse of all, she was there stupidly alone, with no (unwilling) date in tow (not that she was seeing anyone at the moment). She looked around hoping to find a familiar face, at least someone who'll return a smile in this unfamiliar setting.

"It's getting chilly and it all feels so dreary," she thought to herself as she let out a sigh.

Then, she spotted him. He was the popular guy in class; the boy every girl dreamt of going out with; the one every girl wanted to have their first kiss with. The same guy who never talked to her once in the 4 years they went to school together.

"What's gonna make him walk over and talk to me now? I bet he doesn't even remember my name," she mumbled to herself and walked towards the corner of the room where she had spotted an empty sofa moments ago.

Just as she was about to sit, she felt a tap on her delicate shoulders. "Hi, did you go to Marymount High too?" asked Mr Deep Voice.

She turned, a little too quickly, nearly knocking the drink off his hand. "Yes!" she replied eagerly and as she turned to face Deep Voice, she realised that it was Mr Popular who was talking to her.

''He walked halfway acrosss the room to talk to me! He never talked to me in school! How I always longed for just one look from him!" - a rush of thoughts came to her head.

She composed herself as quickly as she could and muttered, "Oh, you were from Marymount too? I don't seem to remember you".

He seemed a little surprised by her comment (who wouldn't be if they were the MOST popular guy in school), but nevertheless proceeded to introduce himself. It made her feel good as now they were on Ground Zero and she didn't have to act all gushy as she would have so many years ago. He was an established architect now and lived in a nice apartment in town. He didn't want to come to the party too but felt it was no harm to get out of the house for a couple of drinks and some mingling. She shared her side of the story too and soon they were relaxed and enjoying a good and mature conversation, punctuated with a couple of laughs. The fact that he had been a popular guy and she, a virtual nobody didn't seem to matter no more. They were now adults who had left that all behind them. They clicked very well that night and continued to meet more, as often as they could. Eventually they got married and lived happily ever after.

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What's the point of this story you might ask.. this is the plot of a typical Hollywood movie.. I'm sure you can count the number of times you might have watched a movie or read a book with a story-line that flowed pretty much in the way I just described above. HOWEVER, is this all fiction? Or is this something that ONLY happens in the movies? How come we don't get "happily ever after" endings as often in real life?

Friends who know me well enough will describe me as a cynic, a really sarcastic bitch, actually and an especially crude one when it comes to LOVE. You know, it's really weird, but I do want to fall in love someday and be totally swept off my feet. I want a happy ending too. And if there're gonna be scratches and bruises on the way, I'm willing to take it. BUT I want to share it all with the RIGHT PERSON. All this while, I was fine waiting for him to appear. And just when I start feeling that I should be a little proactive, I seem to be falling flat on my ass (thank God that at least I still have a round cushioned ass to break an otherwise hard and painful fall) more times than I count. Maybe I should just sit back and wait or just forget about it.. because somehow the guys I meet seem to be pointing me in 1 direction - that it's all not worth it. Most guys just seem to have 1 thing in mind: fantastic make-out sessions or great shags minus the commitment. Don't get me wrong, I don't do shags, but I'm just getting gradually so disgusted of the opposite sex and the thoughts that seem to run in their heads. I don't think I'm alone with these thoughts, so I shall just leave this as it is for now.

*I just wanna be happy that's all, if you can give me that teeny weeny bit of happiness I crave, God Bless You.*