That’s Why
Be careful Hugh, it’s a trap.
You’re sitting there casually watching the chick flick of her choice. It’s not a bad movie, you’re enjoying its whimsical humor. About two-thirds through the movie, just as you’ve become emotionally invested in the characters, she suddenly turns to you and pops this landmine under your feet: do you think Julia Roberts is more pretty than me?
The following conversation results:
Her: Do you think Julia Roberts is prettier than me?
(You hear the landmine click, you’re afraid to move.)
You: Um…I don’t know.
Her: It’s a simple question. Do you think she’s prettier than me or not?
You: Of course not, you’re much prettier.
(You think you may have defused the landmine, but you’re still afraid to take a step.)
Her: Why are you being a liar?
(Nope.)
Her: If you think she’s pretty you can say so.
You: Okay. I think Julia Roberts is attractive.
Her: Which is it? Is she pretty or is she attractive?’
You: What’s the difference?
Her: If you don’t know the difference between the two words, how can properly use either one?
You: I guess I would say she’s very attractive.
Her: Oh, so now she’s very attractive. Is she gorgeous?
You: I guess to some guys.
Her: What kind of guys?
You: Guys who…have the ability of sight.
(Several moments of uncomfortable silence.)
Her: I guess you wish I looked like Julia Roberts.
You: No. I don’t need a girl who’s gorgeous, you’re fine.
(The sheer stupidity of the statement hits you immediately before she does.)
Her: Do you want to know what I wish?
You: I sincerely doubt it.
Her: I wish you looked like Hugh Grant.
You: I wish I looked like Hugh Grant.
Her: You do?
You: Sure. Then I could find a girlfriend that looks like Julia Roberts.
(Deafening silence. You can’t stand on the landmine much longer before your legs give out.)
Her: Maybe I should just make an appointment with a plastic surgeon tomorrow, and get all my horrible flaws fixed.
You: Don’t bother, the plastic surgeon can’t fix bitchy.
(Boom! Body parts are everywhere.)
And that’s why you’re still single.
Note: How did the movie end? I’ll bet Hugh got the girl didn’t he?
Bend over, buddy, I need a big target.
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