- Why can’t boys pretend to live like a cute 50s couple in Ikea?
Why can’t boys really run through the airport and stop you getting on the plane… or sing to you over the P.A system?
Why can’t boys turn up at the door holding heartfelt signs?
Why can’t boys sneak to your house in the middle of the night just because they needed to see you?
Why can’t boys turn up outside your window, holding a boom box playing your song?
Why can’t boys tell you how perfect you are and wrap you in his coat and kiss you in the snow, even after you wrote a diary about how much of a prick he was?
Why can’t boys climb a ferris wheel to make you go on a date with them, or write to you every day because they miss you so badly?
Why can’t boys perform a huge public musical number for you – or at least sing you a bloody song?
Why can’t boys name stars after you?
When they upset you, why can’t boys do everything they can to find you and perform some romantic gesture?
Why can’t boys love you even when you go psycho bitch for a bit?
Why can’t boys say corny, romantic things?
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No one’s asking for men to really attach millions of balloons to their house, or to really drown in freezing water as to save your life, or to take you on a fucking magic carpet ride, or to throw you Gatsby parties, or be as amazing a singer as Christian in Moulin Rouge. No one is asking the impossible. Yet, where’s the surprise flowers, where’s the dates, where’s the love letters? No where. Because Hollywood fucking lied.
cynicalbish 