I'm not very romantic. I hate Valentines Day, I cringe at public proposals and I laugh at random sweet nothings. Very few things give me the *kiligers* rush. Take me to a movie and I'd choose a crime-thriller over a romcom/chick flick (although admittedly I'm on the One More Chance and My Amnesia Girl guilty pleasure bandwagon). Take me out to dinner and I'd probably be more excited to eat and analyse the meal than listen to your story (unless you're absolutely interesting). I like cheese, but when I say this, I mean the kind of cheese you have with vino and crackers and not the one you'll need vino and crack up about.
|For two special people across the globe =)|
This is a bad thing, I know. I feel like I rarely give love a shot these days. I reckon it's because I used to wear my heart on my sleeve and when I fell off massively, I decided to be protective of it and just be more cautious about feeling too much. But hey - I'm not exactly THAT cynical. I still believe in good old romance, good old love and other *kiligers* things you associate it with. It just takes a lot to push my buttons I suppose.