Today in a brief chat with a lovely man I know, he mentioned something about me having normal reactions to things, like a regular gal. He was surprised to see me feeling some silly emotion, like I was a super woman who took everything in stride. It was funny and sweet to me that he saw me that way but made me think a little.
I may write about my life, sex, love, and relationships and share so much of my life with you and advice, but at the end of the day I’m still just a regular girl. I get sad, I cry. I can be angry or hurt or full of glee.
I’m reminded of this scene in one of my all time favorite movies Notting Hill (yes I *just* said that), so I thought I would share with you because it’s always moved me.
Enjoy the cheese!
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