Through Rose-Tinted Glasses

The romantic. The swooning, starry-eyed, hopelessly romantic and overly idealistic girl friend. I think just about every group of friends has one.

"God, Mai, a single red rose for Valentine's Day? That's all you got from Roy?" I remember the skinny, pesky schoolgirl in checkered black and white skirt asking her best friend heatedly.

"Well, maybe he was trying to make a statement. Maybe that single red rose actually means something," her girlfriend retorted.

"Oh, of course it does, Mai," she said, flashing her sweetest smile. Her girlfriend smiled back. "It means he's cheap."

Wiping the big smile across her face, Mai stormed out of the cafeteria and vowed never to speak to her again until she learns not to be overly disapproving of her new (who also happened to be her first) boyfriend just because her best friend felt he didn't measure up to their standards.

"But that's just me, Mai. I'm a hopeless romantic. I won't settle for anything less than Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet." After a whole week, her best friend finally decided to answer her phone calls.

"He has to be funny, sweet, caring, sensitive, and intellectually stimulating. And I wouldn't mind if he's incredibly good-looking," she continued.

There was a heavy sigh at the other end of the line.

She blabbed on "…He'd be picking me up at home and driving me to school in his flashy BMW. He'd shower me with flowers, gifts, fancy dinners, and sweet promises. Then after a long courtship, years of being together as the perfect couple, he'll stage the perfect proposal and…" She let her voice trail off and paused for a second for effect. "then we'll tie the knot. It'll be a fairytale wedding, kinda like Princess Diana's and--"

"I can see you've been reading too much of Judith McNaught and Johanna Lindsay," Mai said blankly, cutting her off.

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