In the spirit of my dream to fall in love this summer, I watched 'Letters to Juliet'. I was hoping to be encouraged as well as inspired to believe that true love never dies. What a load of shit. Anyone can fall in love in the most romantic country in the world. Listen, I'm a hopeless romantic, but that movie was bordering on delusional. Just wait until those two go back to their daily lives and discover that reality is not all sunshine and gelatos. That one's going to crash and burn quicker than you can say 'salute'.

I haven't always been this harsh. It's just that every guy is the same. And, I don't mean to play the all-boys-are-assholes card, but I truly do believe it. Ever since D ignored my text I've just felt dead, hopeless, depressed, bitter, etc. I was supposed to visit him sometime this summer, but,instead, I've decided to delete him out of my Blackberry and essentially out of my life. I always thought he was THE one. Cliche. My soulmate. Cliche. I thought he would sweep me off my feet and apologize for all of the things that he'd done wrong. We'd pick up exactly where we'd left off, but not before an earth-shattering, life-changing, back-breaking, just-the-right-amount-of-tongue kiss. Cliche.

Guys have it so easy. They aren't cursed with continuously imagining their futures like girls do. They do everything in their own time and we, as girls, are forced to play along. I'm ready to find him, and starting tomorrow I'm going to try something that I've never done before.

I'm going to stop trying.