I love the couple who sits on the couch in their sweatpants, scrolling their phones in silence, and calls it a date night.
If you’ve ever rolled your eyes so hard at a rom-com that you saw your own brain, this post is for you. Here is the core of my hatred: the Grand Gesture. i hate luv storys
In real life? If someone shows up at my office with a marching band after I specifically asked for space, I am calling HR. If you interrupt my best friend’s wedding to confess your feelings, I hope the bride’s father tackles you. I love the couple who sits on the
Warning: This post contains high levels of sarcasm and a deep-seated suspicion of grand gestures. In real life
And if that means I never get to run through an airport? Good. I hate running.
Let’s get one thing straight right now. When I see a couple slow-dancing in the rain, I don’t think, “How romantic.” I think, “Those are two people who are going to be picking wet leaves out of their hair for an hour and probably catch pneumonia.”