I'm an admitted Jane Austen fanatic, there's always a Pride and Prejudice quote to help explain every romantic situation. Elizabeth Bennett is my hero and I often think we're the same person and obviously Mr. Darcy is the perfect man. I want to name one of my sons Bennett and one of my daughters Elizabeth, I suspect my husband will probably have some strong objections to this. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.
But yet, I think I blame my romantic troubles on Jane Austen and all of the modern re-tellings, namely Bridget Jones. No matter how terribly wrong everything goes, the attractive yet aloof man always comes to the rescue and ends up being the One in the end. HE DOESN'T EXIST. If a man is rude or uninterested in you, it's not because he's read P&P a time too many and wants to be the Darcy to your Elizabeth, it's because he's probably not interested.
Granted I'm being a bitter Bessie right now, and I will blog tomorrow about the particulars of this stain or bitterness. It was brought on by the guy I call Mr. Perfect. If my life were fabulous and just like P&P or Bridget Jones' Diary, he would be the Mr. Fitzwilliam/Mark Darcy. But it isn't, so he's not. He's just uninterested and probably not a good guy actually, despite my protestations to the contrary to my friends.
Now, to finish reading Pride and Prejudice for the third time this week and watch Bridget Jones' Diary for the second time tonight. It's an addiction, I can't help it really.
xoxo,
Gossip Sharkey
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