It's Saturday. Last night I was out - looking, searching, hoping for more. Today having not found it, I am nursing my hung over indifference to the world with Sky's repetitive re-plays of Big Brother. And having firstly confessed to watching Big Brother - I also have to admit that I find something totally charming in the Nicky & Pete story. Perhaps it's the way that Pete awkwardly admitted in the diary room to being 'in love' or the childish delight they each shared in their giggly hugs. Is this as good as it gets - the modern day romance?
How sad it is that I get more pleasure out of watching their joy – however short-lived it may be – than I do from my own love life. I’m nearly 30. Where’s my Knight in shining armour that was meant to ride up on a white horse and whisk me into a “lived happily ever after ending?"
Does 'happily ever after' exist anymore?
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