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Actually, My Best Friend's Wedding seemed tailor-made to warn me about my tendencies in life. I found watching it highly distressing, and not just because of all the Rupert. You see, I don't fall for anyone without getting to know them quite a bit, and it seems that as I get closer and closer to my male friends, the spark gets smaller and smaller until I'm an honourary guy, for chrissake. This has happened to me 3 times with straight men and thrice as well with homosexual men. In that same time period I've managed two relationships, one of which involved no emotions on my part at all. (The other one is now engaged in Australia, bless his rockin' heart to pieces.) My favourite part is when they heap their current relationship woes on me and fail to notice that my advice is, oh, shall we say less than objective. If you want to break up really smart people without them knowing it, I've been developing methods for years.
Second thought: the word "Cusackian" looks terribly dirty, doesn't it?
Third: they've got a date for next Saturday.
What am I doing wrong? Does Julia Roberts ever get to love a straight man in the sequel, or is she going to bitch about celebs with Rupert until they're both wrinkled old prunes? |
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