Being Bridget Jones

Love. There are a million blog posts which can be written about love. It's a four letter word which can either make you cringe, go all mushy, cry (post break-up) or think of the "Big Day". It's perhaps the only word which can bring every emotion known to mankind alive. And its a pain.

The problem is simple. Ladies, we all seem to fall very easy. The issue, the guys generally don't. Now it would be fabulous to pin point the exact reason for this. Simply so we could have something to go by. Or a guidebook - that would have its uses too. Sadly, these resources are not currently on the market so we have to figure out the male brain for ourselves. The majority of men have the beautiful ability to be emotionally unavailable, and the good ones we rarely find and are usually taken. It's enough to drive any self respecting girl to that tub of Ben and Jerrys. (Or 5)

Whilst growing up, my experience of boys went a little like this:

When I was 10. Boys had "couties". They were not to be associated with under any circumstances. Covered in mud, ate with their mouths open, and were always very mean.
When I was 15. Boys had nice smiles. They needed to notice me just that little bit more. One boy in particular. The crush. But all the girls liked him. And he liked all the girls.
When I was 18. Boys had no feelings. The problem was; I did. They still liked lots of girls, and I became attached too easily.
And Now? I get caught up to easily. I look for a movie script romance. I watch too many romcoms, listen to too many soppy songs, and quote things far too much. I think I am Bridget Jones. And the boys? They are too stubborn. 

Girls grow up surrounded by romance novels, magazines telling us "how to bag the perfect man" and beautiful boys with guitars who sound like they are singing to just you (Ed Sheeran I am pointing at you). Is this really any good for us? I am now always looking for that one person to sweep me off my feet. And it has yet to happen. All I ask for is a bunch of flowers, a few thoughtful words, and guy who likes me for me. Like Miss Bridget Jones, my Mark Darcy is being far too stubborn.

But what I am beginning to realise is you can't go out searching for that four letter word. I'm beginning to think it happens when you least expect it. I'm learning, as I'm sure most of you will as you grow up, that movie script romances are not real. But one day you will meet someone who makes you smile. That day, may not be today though. Don't go looking for something, be content with yourself first and wait until boys your age can chew with their mouths closed.

So for now, I think I will be quiet content snuggling up with a few DVD's, nights out with my girls and the two guys I can always rely on....

Ben. And Jerry.