I love the movie Pretty Woman. Not because of Richard Gere, or because it's a predictable romantic comedy...but because it's FICTION, people. It's totally unbelievable. It's an escape from reality. If the plot of that movie happened in real life, it would be on the cover of every tabloid as a cover up for one of the participant's real gender preference, and sexually transmitted diseases advocates everywhere would have a field day with the possible hygienic messages it sends. Who on EARTH really believes that this movie is about love?
Isn't true love supposed to be about holding someone's hair back, ignoring their cellulite, eating their poorly-cooked meals, and having pointless bickering matches? Nothing says "I Love You" like a scary looking homemade card, cleaning up after yourself, or taking the dog out when it's 6:30 am and freezing cold outside.
No wonder so many women have issues with romance. They're all waiting around for Mr. Rich and Dashing Man to pull up in a white limo and climb the fire escape.
In your opinion, what constitutes true love? (no Princess Bride quotes, please)
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