a) my brain doesn't implode
b) I make it to my goal faster
c) I don't get too smart
With that said, my recent interjection of a 'light & fluffy' was a book called, Mr. Maybe. Enough said, right? Look at you, already judging me. Anywhosie, I made it through this book in about 2 weeks (pretty fast for me) and although I tried to take it in stride there was one line in it that hit home. Hard.
By the title you've probably already guessed the plot and the climax - cute, successful, twenty-something female works in PR in the UK. She starts dating a guy that is adorable, they have tons of chemistry, he's funny, charming but his friends are losers, he has no job and lives in a shithole. He leaves her because he thinks he's not good enough for her. Then she meets a guy that is "perfect on paper" - older/more mature, great job, house, car, rich, super nice - but there is ZERO chemistry (christ, it's like my fucking autobiography). As she's about to marry this guy that she doesn't really love, her best friend sits her down and says, "Libby, don't do this - you're young, you're 27 and you have lots of time to find that perfect guy. I'd understand if you were 37 and making this decision."
Ya, I get it...it's just a "light & fluffy", but when I read this line it felt like someone sucker punched me in the face. And of course it left me wondering when it ever became OK to compromise at any age.
Time to increase the 'business and finance' quotient in my book report.