Whenever I think about my future, I always seem to reference the past. The easy kind of love that’s portrayed in early 2000s romantic comedies. That’s what I wanted. All my life, I’ve only dealt with the type of guys you would find starring in a movie with Marlon Wayans, never Julia Roberts. The type of guys who ask you for nudes before asking you on a date. I live in a generation full of “U up?” texts, exchanging streaks, and in-person smash or pass. But that’s not what I’m about at all. I’m the kind of girl who expects you to build me my dream telescope before I take my final breath, or build my dream home while I’m away, as you wait for my return. I want the kind of love that people pay money to see on the big screen. Or the love that makes a person pick up a pen and write some poetry.
In 10 Things I Hate About You, Patrick is offered some money in exchange for taking Kat out on a couple of dates. In this process, he realizes that he cares about Kat more than he does the money. After she finds out about the whole ordeal, he buys Kat her dream guitar as an apology. In middle school, I had a crush on a guy. Not just your average crush either, I would’ve given anything to be with him. And I guess I had him for a while, but not in the way that I wanted. Even though he gave me more than ten reasons to hate him, not once did I guitar, or a profession of love with “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.” How hard is it to find a guy to show me that my standards aren’t as high as I think they are?
I’m not asking for the whole shebang, I just want someone who cares about me more than he cares about the pending release of GTA 6. In a world full of George’s, I’d like to find one Kevin Doyle to walk in at the perfect time and show me what it really means to live for myself, and make me remember that freedom. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those people who claim that they were “born in the wrong generation” because I wasn’t. I was born in the best generation. I love scrolling on TikTok in the dead of night when I know I have to be up at 5:00 a.m. I love Billie Eilish and Chappell Roan. I love watching people come up with niche things like finding ways to eat a whole cucumber or wearing plaid boxers with cowboy boots. I just want one guy who can prove to me that the kind of love in my aunt’s old DVDs still exists.
