I love chick flicks! I'm obsessed with movies about girls falling in love with their dream boy and living happily ever after; however, nothings quite as enjoyable as seeing a girl marry a prince. Since I was a little girl my mom and Disney both told me I could marry anyone I wanted and all of my dreams would come true. I came to Europe not only for education and vacation but, also, in hopes of a little romance. After a summer filled with princess movies and talks of Kate and William, I was for my chance to meet Harry! I mean Disney said I had a chance, right?
Being in Morgantown, I can't walk down the street without guys honking their car horns at me or yelling and whistling at me (not to brag). But, since I've been in Europe I've had no honks, no yelling, no whistling... Not even a look! Outside I remained calm, but in my I was thinking "WHAT'S GOING ON?!?" Was I having a bad hair day? Did I have a booger in my nose? I was so confused. Then I reassured myself that all of these men HAD to be gay! Look at how well dressed they are and how groomed they keep theirselves.
Was this "reassurance" true or something else? I mean every single guy couldn't be gay, could they? In America, if men are well-kept we assume their gay, however maybe Europeans just have a higher respect for their outward appearance. Also, maybe European men have other priorities besides women and sex like many american men that I've encountered throughout my college years. Who knows? I do know, for sure, that I will never understand the male mind, American or European. So maybe my prince is still out there, or maybe Disney lied..
- Erryonna
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