// Time for a wake up call//

As I sit in my room watching Bridget Jones’ Diary for the hundredth time, crying about my wreck of a love life, I’m beginning to realize that this may be the problem.

I am Bridget. I’m Embarrassingly awkward, drink too much, eat too much, and swear like a sailor. She also constantly falls for the wrong men. Something I am oh, so familiar with. Instead of dealing with her feelings like a mature adult, Bridget gets into an inappropriate relationship that is purely physical. I learned the hard way that such relationships lead to you sitting in your bedroom, drinking a bottle of wine by yourself and finishing an entire tub of Ben and Jerry’s.

My last relationship sucked and ended with a call from him at 6am. From another girl’s bed, no less. Since then, my track record has consisted of a guy who was only available at 3am and one who considered an hour at his house a date, to name a few. Clearly I am attracted to winners.

Basically, the first 75% of the movie mimics the past year and a half of my life (I don’t really count anything before that because, let’s be honest, high school was pretty dull for me). 

That’s not the problem. The problem is the last quarter of the movie. The quarter that involves her finding an extremely intelligent, handsome man who loves her “just as she is”. While that’s lovely for Bridget, it gives girls like me the hope that we will find ourselves our very own Colin Firth.

Too bad the world is full of Hugh Grants. 

Don’t get me wrong, Hugh Grants are great. I have fallen for plenty of them. Our problem, girls, is that we expect them to be Colin Firth. We wait for them to tell us that they love us “just the way we are”. Well, ladies, I’m here to tell you something; that will never happen. 

In light of this realization, I have decided to make a pledge. A pledge to not expect so much out of men. This ideal man I have in my head doesn’t exist, so maybe if I stop waiting around for him, someone great will come into my life.

However, if there is someone out there reading this that likes me “just the way I am”, I can easily forget everything I just said.