Calling Romeo

For a split second they stared at each other. A fleeting, lasting moment. One person noticing another person out of a whole crowd of strangers.

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet," nodded Trudy sagely. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.

Their eyes met. It had begun. They had begun.

I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren't laughing anymore.

...we've told men for so long that we're equal, we can open our own doors, carry our own bags, pay our own way, that now they're afraid to offer in case we accuse them of sex discrimination. If you were a man would you buy a woman underwear? I wouldn't dare. What if she throws it back in your face and calls you a sexist pig? So they've tried to turn into new men, but that's no good either, because now we're telling them to be masculine. We don't just want them in a pair of Marigolds cleaning the oven, that's not good enough. We want them to take control, to whisk us off hotels, buy us dinner, and make mad passionate love to us all night. We want it all ways. We want them heroes and handy with the vacuum. No wonder the poor guys are confused

I pity you Juliet. You don't know what love is. You think it's Valentine's Day, and weekends in Italy. You think it's drinking champagne in some expensive restaurant and being bought stupid bloody underwear. But that's just the trimmings. The decoration. They're just gestures. Without trust, and respect, and kindness, they don't mean shit. I thought love was about caring about someone day in and day out, about being there when it's rucking amazing and still wanting to be there when it feels like crap, I thought it was about forever.

They probably didn't care if it was the real thing or not. They wanted it to be. And by suspending their disbelief they could believe in the illusion.

...she'd been in a hermetically sealed bubble. A " couple bubble" that made the rest of the male species invisible.

Men, Grace learned, seemed to think women were all frustrated nurses.

He was too attractive to be single, attractive that is if you went for slim, blond, blue-eyed Swedish types.

It's just that this job is a big deal, I can't jeopardize it..." But you'll jeopardize our relationship, thought Juliet....

...small talk with their Range Rover-driving, Cartier-watch-wearing wives insisted on telling her about their charity work. Not even consuming the equivalent of two bottles of Moet made it any more bearable. She needed something stronger. Like Rohypnol, she thought...

...since meeting Will she'd been in a hermetically sealed bubble. A 'couple bubble' that made the rest of the male species invisible.

So are you the famous Juliet?" "Well, I'm not the famous Juliet," she tried joking. None of the Italians laughed.

Are you saying being normal is being happy ? in that case , most people probably aren't normal