If Lloyd Dobler does it, it’s considered romantic. If we do it, it’s considered crazy. Okay, so I’ve done some considerably ridiculous things in my day, being personally profoundly poor at playing the game that everyone tells me must be mastered in order to find love and happiness with a significant other. I relate to this article only on some levels, but certainly on the level of tripping when trying to be attractive and having ones relationship of heart and sleeve in need of distinct and immediate separation.
What are “the rules?” The rules of calling back, emailing back, take this amount of days if they said this, this amount of day if you said that, divide by two, carry the three…
Perhaps Lloyd with his stereo-above-head-insanity, is the embodiment of what we feel but cannot say. Perhaps the attraction of him is that he symbolizes what we are ultimately looking for–a man who is able to show the things that we as women need to repress in ourselves, in order to get one.
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