Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Bridges of Madison County

My new rule is: if a dude's favorite movie/book/poem is some seriously sentimental tripe, don't be open-minded, run far, far away.

[The Ex]'s favorite movie was The Bridges of Madison County, and he adores the book. The movie is great, but the book devolves into gag-me-with-a-spoon. It's like eating packets of Equal, straight up.

A male colleague from [City] found me on LinkedIn, and we started messaging back and forth. He added me on Facebook, and I was like, wow, he's cuter than I remember him. Then he sent me a link to the drippiest, most saccharin, trying-too-hard short film about the triumph of the human spirit over adversity. There were for-serious violins and cellos. It was awful.

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