Women need to stop watching chick flicks and comparing them to reality.  It’s a sad, unromantic truth I am going to talk about, but nonetheless, an important one.  We need to stop waiting for this fantastic, unimaginable fate to burst into our lives and sweep us off our feet.  I hate to be the one to tell you, but it just ain’t gonna happen.

How many times have you watched “When Harry Met Sally?”  “Serendipity?”  “Sleepless in Seattle?”  More times than any of us would care to admit.  I ask you, of those hundreds of times you’ve cried during the last scene, how many times were you crying because it actually happened to you? 

We’ve built these expectations that no man could possibly meet.  We’ve imagined these serendipitous moments that can’t exist anywhere but in our fantasies (or on the big screen).  We’ve set ourselves, and our men, up for failure and disappointment.  And we can’t blame ourselves. 

Why did Harry have to run, so dramatically, through the streets of New York to get to Sally to tell her he was madly in love with her?  In the real world, he would have sent her an e-mail, during half-time, stumbled over misspellings and the Caps Lock key, just to ask her out.  Sally would have read the e-mail the next day thinking, “What, was his cat walking on his keyboard while he was typing this?”

Fate and destiny sound great.  They give every little girl, and some middle-aged women, something to dream about.  That perfect guy is searching for her right now.  She doesn’t have to do anything.  Just let fate guide her and him to each other.  Do you know why girls think that way?  Because Jonathan searched high and low for the book that Sara wrote her name and number in so he could find her.  Oh, and did I mention that was after they got to know each other, completely by chance, in a cafe called “Serendipity?” 

I believe that men have the ability to be romantic.  I believe that they have the ability to love, unconditionally.  I also believe that they tend to give up after awhile, they have been known to be a bit lazy and they don’t watch chick flicks.  How are they supposed to know what to do?