I don’t know about you, but every time I board a plane, I secretly hope in the back of my mind that a cute guy will sit down next to me. It’s silly, but movies have conditioned us to believe that these sorts of meet cutes do occur. And they do lead to happiness and marriage. Wouldn’t it be romantic to walk by the Eiffel Tower and immediately have a Frenchmen sweep you off your feet? Now maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think so. Continue reading
