Rules of Engagement
From the time I was a little girl, I have been a hopeless romantic. I love to cuddle up in front of the television, pop in a movie, and spend quality time with me, myself, and I (with the occasional addition of Zac Efron or Armie Hammer). How can you not love the glass slipper? The prince? And, of course, the Happily Ever After. The other day I watched a movie called Cheerful Weather for a Wedding. Sounds happy, right? That's what I thought, too. Yeah, no. It's about a girl who has to decide between the boy she's loved since she was a teenager, and the boy her mother picked out for her to marry, and in the end, she marries the one she doesn't love. And that's the end. Fade to black. Credits scroll. I watched the end over and over, each time hoping that the ending of the story would change. That she would change her mind. That love would win in the end. After my fifth time of rewinding it and watching it over and over again, I finally accepted that the end ...