27 failed attempts

It almost seems that way, the times you liked someone, stalked someone, loved someone, pretending you loved everything they did, all in the same period of time before getting dumped and eating a tub of chocolate-chip ice cream alone on a Friday night.
We see it on TV, on movie screens, with celebrities, how the average Joe, or should I say Jane should be living their love lives. The romantic proposals, make out sessions, extravagant weddings, you name it, a place to be is on TV.
I just finished watching 27 dresses, for the second time, and usually I am not a fan of the romantic comedies or anything with lovey-dovey plots.
But I fell for it. The charming/good looking male characters, the flowers on random occasions, the wedding dresses, the proposals, the gifts, the sexy journalist, even the apartment's decor! (The last one was lame but I have a hidden passion).
Can this all be true? Is Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now really in his Toronto Star office writing stories about weddings and stalking me while I attend my one wedding every two and a half years? No, probably not.
Love stories like those happen only once a year while all us women and some men are told to believe it can happen to us. We will find our knights in shining armor one day as he lifts us off our feet. Or when our princess comes and saves us from the ugly twin sisters? Why does it always end up that way for the ladies?
Doesn't everyone just wait for that Hollywood moment when they innocently walk to the grocery store and see that one person that blows the away. Everything around you freezes, a wind machine appears out of no where, blowing your way, your dress moves around, the sun comes out, flowers bloom, doves fly and breathing just got a bit harder. You stand there, eyes connect, eyes blink, eyelashes look five times longer, was that it? Was that love?
You rush up to him, palms and face sweating, slow motion of course, you need to feel like you are running, grab his face and kiss him so passionately, that the bystanders around you feel it, was that it? Was that love?
Ten years down the road, you are married, have 12 children, a farm, a pond, a house and a minivan. That must be it right, love?
Well the truth is, from my perspective is, snap out of it! Reality check we all feel love, one way or another, to that sexy celebrity who plays a prisoner and wants to escape, or even the first glass of freshly-squeezed juice in the morning, I guess we can love all that too right?
I will still wait however. Maybe I am one out of the million women who will be swept off their feet and stalked by a crazy man who you end up loving? And since when was stalking even counted as romantic?
But like I said, just maybe.