Adam: So, what’s up with not calling me back? Emma: I’m not good at this stuff. Adam: At what? Talking? Emma: Yeah, talking. Communicating. Relationship stuff. If we were in a relationship I would become a weird scary version of myself. My throat starts constricting. The walls start throbbing. It’s like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy. Adam: Well, I can’t date you either. You’re not my dad’s type.
I finally got a chance to watch No Strings Attached last night, and bawled my eyes out. Whoever told me this movie was a romantic comedy – I’M MAD AT YOU. At any rate, I immediately wanted to write a blog about it but the NyQuil kicked in and my internet kicked out. But expect one soon. Let’s just say I saw my last two relationships flash before my very eyes … except I didn’t end up stuffing my face with pancakes with the love of my life at the end.