My friend Vicky and I had the following conversation via text message tonight:
Vicky: Hi—how’s Paris!
Me: So amazing. I want to move here.
Vicky: lol I figured you would say that. A romantic city for a hopeless romantic. Have fun and take lots of pics.
Am I viewed as a “hopeless romantic”?? That was the second time today someone pegged me that way. The first came from a man that said I was most likely the type to be “pretty and charming and forever naive about love and relationships.” I admit that I can be blinded by affection—when I want to believe in someone, I’ll do it against all logic and reasoning. But naive? I thought I grew out of naive a few years ago.
But if I am a hopeless romantic who just doesn’t realize it—well, I guess that’s a good thing. One of my biggest fears is becoming jaded and cynical. In fact, if there is any particular thing I don’t want to be, that would probably be it.
