I Heart You...
For Valentine's Day, I was going to buy copies of He's Just Not That Into You for a few women I know (the ones who don't read my blog). In case you've been asleep or without a television since last September, it's the book that a couple of the writers from Sex and the City authored that's supposed to explain that you need to quit making excuses for Mr. Mixed Messages.
But instead of gifting the book, I've since decided that I'm just going to hit each one of them upside the head with it. The hardback version. Just once. Because (how many times do you have to hear it?) it's not that I don't want to hear you tell those sad stories over and over and it's not like I haven't been there myself a time or two but we both know you deserve so much better and HE'S JUST NOT THAT F*CKING INTO YOU.
Now go find someone who is, mm'kay?