Film Review: Lava

Last week I saw Inside Out and loved it, and before the film there was a short film. Being a short movie, this will be a short review.


The cute, adorable short follows a lonely volcano who, witnessing other couples being happy sings a song, hoping for a love of his own.
As the years pass he loses his hope and his lava and size dwindles, however, an underwater volcano hears his song and decides to go to the surface to meet him.


Is she too late? Or will they find happiness together?
Based around a simple, glorious Hawaiian style song which puts a grin on your face. The animation is typical of Pixar, full of warmth and character and in a few minutes it manages to be more heartwarming and genuinely affecting than many features manage.
I loved it, making me smile like an idiot and appealed to me as a soft git. It’s full of charm and an easy, light touch which stops it from being too sickly.
Verdict: Brilliantly cheerful and the right kind of sweet, it’ll warm the cockles of your heart. 8/10.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.


It was a very good year (WARNING! Soppy stuff ahead)

Yesterday was exactly a year since MWG and I started going out. This is the first of my relationships to pass the year mark and celebrating an anniversary was a new thing for me.
It just feels crazy that it’s been a year already, in more than one way. In some ways it feels as though this first year has gone by extremely quickly. I guess you could put this down to the old saying “time flies when you’re having fun”, and aside from a few speed bumps and arguments my relationship with MWG has largely been about fun.
Spending time with her is one of my favourite things, even if we don’t do anything, just cocoon ourselves in bed, watch some TV and gorge ourselves on Domino’s pizza.
I love that we have similar geeky likes, I love how much of a Disney geek she is and how cute and adorable she is when she watches movies (she knows pretty much every song lyric, almost the entire Hercules script and cries every single time when nobody picks Oliver at the start of Oliver & Company). I love that I can just chill out with her, be myself and spend hours talking about pointless things.


Cue MWG sniffling

But at the same time it feels like more than a year. It’s hard to comprehend that you can become so connected to someone in just a year, because over the last 12 months my love for her has just gotten stronger and bigger.
I can’t imagine my life without her now, I have never felt so right with someone, so comfortable and happy to spend time with someone. Even after spending all day with MWG I love seeing her face for the first time in the morning.


I know that we’re going to have plenty more anniversaries and although it’s only one year in, we’re planning for the years to come. We’ve talked about the future a lot, which is a big deal for someone like me, who normally just goes with the flow and sees what happens. Is this relationship a sign that I’m growing up? Probably.
We’ve got a cat together and it is odd how we already feel like a tiny little family unit. We still argue, although most is just bickering, but regardless of how stupid I’ve been or how frustrated she makes me, I always feel that we can sort it out and that I still love her. I feel better with her and that our connection to each other is pretty damn strong and can take the slings and arrows life throws at us. I don’t always succeed, but I really try to make her happy at all times and be considerate of her feelings, but it’s hard when you’re a complete idiot 75% of the time (seriously you’d think with size elevens I’d struggle to get my foot in my mouth, but sometimes I even manage to fit both in there)
In the last year she has become a massive part of my life, possibly the single biggest part. And I can’t wait to see what this, our second year together, will bring.
Apologies if you found this post a little soppy. What can I say? I’m a soft git at heart.

Feel Good Ink

Sometimes you happen to stumble across a news story that just puts a big silly grin on your face and makes you feel more positive about the world we live in and the folks who live here with us.

Our story takes place in Grimsby, right here in the UK. Tanya and Adam Phillips’ daughter Honey-Rae was born with a birthmark that runs all up her leg, and naturally worried that people might react badly or that Honey-Rae might feel different or bad about the birthmark.

The Phillips’ response however was brilliant, and both decided to get tattoos done which are similar to Honey-Rae’s birthmark.

birthmark tattoo

It’s a wonderfully sweet response, and I found it quite touching. The Phillips’ have done something which will help their daughter feel more normal and positive about herself, plus it’s kinda cool that the whole family has a similar thing on their legs, it’s like a tribe marking or something, a thing which unites them and marks them all as being of the same family.

That’s how you parent, folks.


Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.


Warning! Some of this is kinda soppy, but what can I say? I’m a soft git.

In some ways 2014 was a pretty crap year.

I began the year nervously anticipating my first placement as a student nurse. When it arrived my nerves seemed to have been well founded, as despite being a male adult nursing student I was sent to deal with small children in an area of Cardiff where religious and cultural reasons meant that on many calls I had to sit in the car.

This was all thoroughly boring and demoralizing. I mean, I get on fairly well with small children, as I’m still easily distracted by toys, bright lights and catchy songs. But day in, day out? It was wearing, especially as I realized that I was falling behind my fellow students and might struggle to pass the year. Worse yet, contacting the university for help resulted in basically being told to suck it up.

I made it through and decided I’d try my second placement, maybe that would be an improvement. It was, slightly, but early on I came to an uncomfortable, and undeniable realization- I didn’t want to be a nurse. I couldn’t be a nurse. Nursing was not for me.

And so after some soul searching I dropped out.

This left me at 29, unemployed and with an embarrassing gap on the CV, which could only be explained by failure. I think I did the right thing, pushing on would have just left me in more debt, frustrated and at a stage where backing out would have been even harder and embarrassing.

What followed was a summer of job hunting, a brief stint at a call centre in the autumn, which confirmed that I am not suited to that type of work and a return to the dole, meaning that I enter 2015 unemployed and claiming benefits. And yes, my parents are very proud.

plan b

But yet, as 2014 draws to a close I find myself in rather good spirits, and not just because I’m stuffed full of Christmas chocolates.

The thing that helped save 2014 from being an utter disaster were the people in my life. My family continue to be fantastic and supportive of me, and do a fairly good job of masking their disappointment.

Struggling at uni and dropping out proved just how lucky I am to have family I can talk to and who back me up, and without them I’d have been totally screwed.

The family got even bigger this year with the arrival of my first nephew. Being a soft git my response to my kid sister becoming a mother was to openly weep.

At the moment I’m in the cooing, bouncing phase of unclehood, which is lovely, but I am looking forward to getting into slacker/fun uncle mode.

uncle buck

Also being a great help were my friends, with the home friends there was our first stag weekend, which involved Morris dancers, kickabouts, folk music and Cheddar Valley, a cider which came in a worrying shade that can only be described as “toxic orange”. It was a fun weekend and followed by a wonderful wedding in August, where I witnessed one of my oldest friends tie the knot.

The ceremony was beautiful and a great day was had by all, even if I did overindulge at the reception and end up dancing like a madman for much of the evening.

The other important factor in the year not sucking was a very special lady, MWG.

I can’t lie and say that the first five months of our relationship have been totally smooth sailing, as we’ve had to get used to each other and our new relationship, but for the majority of that time things have been wonderful, and I’m extremely happy.

She’s become my best friend, someone I can talk to about anything and is one of the sweetest, nicest people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and I’m very lucky that she’s agreed to date a dweeb like me.

MWG and me

MWG and me

I made it one of my resolutions for 2014 to try and date, and I’m glad it’s one of the few I achieved, especially as it’s been with MWG, who is just great. I’m sorry if I’m gushing, but if you can’t be a little sentimental over Christmas, when can you?

You know a relationship is working when you can spend the entire day together doing absolutely sod all apart from watching old movies and chatting away, and those lazy days with MWG have been some of my best days in the last year.


MWG is a large part of why, despite some difficult moments I’m ending the year in a positive frame of mind and looking forward to 2015, which I hope will be a good year.

Other highlights include: seeing Lady Gaga for the second time (with MWG this time) which was an amazing show, Germany dominating at the World Cup and a great night of karaoke with MWG and friends over the summer.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

An Incredible Journey

I’m a bit of a soft git at heart. I like love songs, happy endings and get choked up during the “It’s Not All Doom and Gloom” section of Russell Howard’s Good News, so the story I’m writing about today was bound to warm the cockles of my heart (an expression I’ve never really thought about before, but which seems to make no sense now that I do).

Recently a bunch of Swedish athletes took part in an adventure race, which is a race that involves hiking, orienteering and other tough things that look extremely knackering, but oddly appealing, in a way that you sit on your couch and think “that looks cool” before being distracted by the Coca-Cola trucks advert.

Anyway, these uber-fit Swedes were down in Ecuador doing their thing when they came across a stray dog. They gave it some food and the dog started following them. At first they just thought it was following a few of the teams who were bunched up, but when they all spread out a bit the dog stuck with his new Scandinavian friends.

arthur 1

The team adopted him, naming him Arthur, as a sort of mascot and took him with them, although it seems to me as though the dog adopted them as his new pack. He followed them for the duration of the race and the team became so fond of him they raised cash to get him some veterinary treatment and then to fly him all the way to Sweden where he began a new life with a new family.

arthur 2

If that doesn’t warm your heart, you must be a robot or something. And if you want to help other stray dogs why not give to one of these good causes: The Dogs Trust, Stray Aid or the RSPCA.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Film Review: Chef

I’ve been a Jon Favreau fan for some time, starting off as an actor thanks to his appearances in Friends, The Replacements and Daredevil, but growing as I discovered his work as a writer and a director. He wrote the cool, funny Swingers and directed a couple of quality flicks including laying the groundwork for the Marvel cinematic universe by helming the first two Iron Man movies. Having knocked those two out of the park and followed them up with the flawed, but fun Cowboys and Aliens, Favreau is in the blockbuster leagues, especially as he prepares to make The Jungle Book for Disney. So his new movie, Chef, stands out, because it’s a much smaller, more personal feeling movie.

chef poster

Favreau is in triple threat mode here- writing, directing and starring as Carl Casper, the eponymous chef. Casper is a Miami born chef who now works in LA at a restaurant owned by Riva (Dustin Hoffman). With a well regarded critic due to arrive Carl has plans a tasting menu to show of his skills and wow the writer, but Riva argues that they should stick to the set menu as people like it. Despite protesting Carl agrees to this, but the writer isn’t pleased and posts a scathing and insulting review.

Carl also has a far from perfect home life, and struggles to relate to his ten year old son, Percy (Emjay Anthony), unsure of what to do he constantly tries to find “fun” things for them to do when his son would actually rather hang out and talk. Carl remains on good terms with his ex, Inez (Sofia Vergara), who seems to genuinely care about him.

The review goes viral, and helped by Percy, Carl joins Twitter, however his lack of knowledge about the social network results in him openly calling out the reviewer and stating he will cook him something totally new. Sadly, Riva vetoes this idea and Carl storms out, leaving the writer, Ramsey (Oliver Platt, who nicely avoids falling into traditional douchey critic stereotype) with the same menu. He tweets about it and Carl returns to the restaurant where he explodes and his outburst is caught on camera phones, going viral and earning him online notoriety.

Stuck for something to do, he agrees to go with Inez to Miami where she has meetings and to look after Percy. While there they spend time together as a family and Carl agrees to begin a food truck business, something Inez has been pushing for a while. Joined by his old friend and assistant Martin (John Leguizamo) and helped by Percy they fix up a battered old van and begin serving Cuban style sandwiches.

Carl and Martin decide to drive the truck back to LA and Inez agrees that Percy can join them. They then begin a coast-to-coast road trip which allows Carl to pass on his love of cooking and also to bond with Percy.

Quality time: Carl (Favreau) introducing his boy Percy (Anthony) to the sight and tastes of New Orleans

Quality time: Carl (Favreau) introducing his boy Percy (Anthony) to the sight and tastes of New Orleans

Okay, two things about this flick- 1. I loved it and 2. If you are gonna check it out, eat before you watch it because Favreau shoots the food so beautifully that you will get hungry. Seriously, this is food porn to an extent I’ve never seen before.

The movie is shot beautifully and simply, with Favreau really capturing the hustle of the different cities they visit and the beauty of life on the road (along with hunger this movie will also fire up the wanderlust). There are also some really nice touches regarding the social network stuff, with little speech bubbles appearing when characters write tweets and small blue birds zipping off when they’re sent. Coupled with Vines and changing Facebook pages I can’t think of a movie that conveys the energy and ubiquity of social networking.

But this isn’t just about the movie looking fresh and beautiful, like Carl’s cooking the real strength here is the passion and heart. Favreau manages to make the father-son dynamic wonderfully charming and sweet, never veering into overly sentimental territory. A large part of this is down to the script, which is sometimes profane but always realistic. Well, aside from the fact that Carl hooks up with a hostess who looks like Scarlett Johansson, but I’ll forgive Favreau this tiny part of wish fulfillment.

Scarlett Johansson as Molly the hostess

Scarlett Johansson as Molly the hostess


Despite it’s family theme and the presence of the young Percy, it’s a 15 rated movie here in the UK due to the language and some of the sexual frankness.

That’s not to say it’s dirty or anything, in fact, its extremely sweet in places and this realistic banter, especially between the male characters grounds it and shows the kind of guy Carl is and why he might struggle in his role as a father.

The performances are great across the board, with Favreau a likable, charming presence, managing to convey the character’s passion for cooking in a believable way. His interaction with all the characters feels natural and his anger at the critic is understandable, with the meltdown being pitched perfectly.

As for Anthony as his son, it’s one of the better kid performances I’ve seen, with the youngster managing to capture his hurt and need for a relationship with his father in a pleasantly understated way. He’s cute without being cutesy and works brilliantly with Favreau.

The rest of the cast do their roles well enough, and there are cameos from Favreau’s blockbuster buddies (Johansson and Robert Downey Jr crop up) but the stand out is Leguizamo as Carl’s right hand man, Martin. Talking a mile a minute Leguizamo makes the foul mouthed, swaggering character extremely likable and funny, and there are moments where he and Favreau goof around with the easiness of long time friends.

Favreau and Leguizamo as the old mates on the road

Favreau and Leguizamo as the old mates on the road

One other strength the movie has is the fantastic soundtrack, which has a Latin flavour and includes several cool and inventive covers of old standards like “Message to You Rudy” and “Sexual Healing”.

Favreau knocks this one out of the park, nailing the tone perfectly and crafting a glorious, sweet confection that warms the heart and has plenty of laughs along the way. My only problem? Who calls their kid Percy in this day and age?

Verdict: Simply marvelous, the performances and music raise this into a different league and Favreau manages to keep it touching without getting bogged down in cheese. There aren’t a lot of surprises along the way, but it’s still a great trip to make. 8/10.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Mixed Bag: Earwig, Envy and Eponymous Adjectives

Just some random stuff culled from Plinky (which seems to have stopped updating) and The Daily Post.

It will be mine. Oh, yes, it will be mine

Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received? Tell us about it.

The Ghostbusters firehouse toy. Young Chris loved that thing. My best mate, Dai, had one and we’d play with it all the time, and I think it was probably top of my wishlist for years, but I never got it. I got Ecto 1 (the car) which was boss, but to this day I still want the firehouse. I may even look for one on Ebay when I get done posting this.


I can’t let go

Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…)

“Let It Go” from Frozen. That song is always with me now. I wake up in the mornings with it on my lips. It’s been over a week since I last watched the movie and it haunts me.

frozen elsa

I’m British, honey, our names don’t mean shit

Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

Pagish- Would be to describe the style of writing or talking which swings wildly from sentimental romanticism to borderline sleaze and crudeness. Or to make groan inducing jokes.

Not Guilty

What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?

Musicals and rom coms. As a younger man, I’d always be slightly bashful voicing my love for things like Dirty Dancing, The Sound of Music, While You Were Sleeping and Grease, but as I’ve gotten older and more secure about myself I can admit that I love those movies and not worry it makes me look like a loser.

I look like a loser for other reasons.

Video star

Of all the technologies that have gone extinct in your lifetime, which one do you miss the most?

VHS tapes were rubbish, I know that. They warped over time, the picture could be really jumpy and they were massive. Seriously, if you went for a movie fest at a mates you could throw your back out carrying half a dozen videos.

But I hate that they’ve gone. They’re chunkiness made them feel more substantial. And the whole thing of the warping kinda showed how much you’d watched the movie or show over and over. Also, there was taping off the TV, which was amazing. I know you have DVR and downloads now, but you could have a physical hard copy of whatever you stumbled on during the night. Or make compilation tapes of TV series or weird double features on the longer tapes.

Actually, I miss audio cassettes too. They were boss- mix tapes were brilliant.

Yeah, I miss cassettes. I am so damn old.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.


I love wrestling, and I love a good heartwarming news story, so this week I had a bit of a meltdown over a truly moving story from Wrestlemania.

The big news was that the Undertaker’s unbeaten streak was finally ended after 21 years by Brock Lesnar (seriously, they gave it to Lesnar? Deep breaths, Chris, deep breaths)



But there was a much smaller, moving story playing out as well.

This involved 8 year old Connor Michalek, who was suffering with brain cancer and who sadly passed away recently. Connor was a massive WWE fan, in particular of current superstar Daniel Bryan, and having met several of the stars before was invited to front row seats at the event.

Connor with Daniel Bryan

Connor with Daniel Bryan

I can only imagine how happy this must have made Connor, because as a kid if I’d met Hulk Hogan and got to knock Jake the Snake Roberts to the mat I’d have been euphoric for months, and looking at the footage and pictures shows how much this meant to the lad.

The WWE went all out and while attending an earlier event the WWE had Connor come to the ring before the show, accompanied by Bryan and with his own name “Connor the Crusher” up on screen, while the wrestlers gathered at ringside and Connor got to knock down and pin Triple H.

At ‘Mania, Bryan won the main event and hugged Connor at ringside. I watched the whole video shown below the other day, and being a soft git, I got a little choked up, and I ain’t gonna lie, I got choked up again getting the clips and stuff for this post.

I know a cynic will look at this and think that it’s great publicity for the WWE, and it is, but it’s still admirable, and the wrestlers are clearly affected deeply and happy to be able to make the life of sick kids better.

Look at John Cena, who is the Make-A-Wish record holder having visited 450 fans through the foundation. I’m not a massive fan of Cena as a wrestler, but that is a classy move, and I salute him for that.

john cena

Connor passed away a few weeks after Wrestlemania, and was gone far too early, but I’m glad that the WWE stars and staff helped give him some happy days and his family a good memory of him. Rest in peace, Crusher.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

Love in the Gopher State

Here’s a list of things I already liked about the American state of Minnesota-

It’s the home state of 80s pop elf Prince.

It’s American football team are called the Vikings, and have a cool logo. And play in purple, which I think Prince would like.

On the television show How I Met Your Mother it is the home of my favourite character, Marshall (played by Jason Segel)

Marshall in Vikings purple.

Marshall in Vikings purple.

Anyway, the reason I’m currently extremely positive about the 12th biggest state in the Union is that they’ve recently allowed marriage equality in the state, which is something I’m a supporter of.

The first of August was the first day when same sex couples could marry, and at Minneapolis city hall, they hosted the first same sex weddings in the state. Kicking off as soon as it became legit at midnight, several couples said I do, watched by a supportive crowd.

The website Buzzfeed posted a series of pictures taken from city hall that day, and they are just lovely and inspiring, here are a few of my favourites:

The crowd gathered to see history made and a massive step forward for equality

The crowd gathered to see history made and a massive step forward for equality

The first couple to be wed, Margaret and Cathy, embracing with their son Louie

The first couple to be wed, Margaret and Cathy, embracing with their son Louie

Margaret and Cathy celebrating with the couple who'd go second, Al and Jeff

Margaret and Cathy celebrating with the couple who’d go second, Al and Jeff

There seems to have been a really happy, party atmosphere on the night.

There seems to have been a really happy, party atmosphere on the night.

A Jewish couple get married under the traditional Chuppah.

A Jewish couple get married under the traditional Chuppah.

The last couple of the night's marathon wedding session, Dorothy and Jackie, who had been together 33 years.

The last couple of the night’s marathon wedding session, Dorothy and Jackie, who had been together 33 years.

Just lovely. What I like about these pictures, and what had me choking up the other day when I first went through the gallery, is the sheer joy and relief from the couples and their family, and the support of the crowd and Minneapolis mayor, R.T. Rybak who seemed to become quite emotional during proceedings.

After years of campaigning these couples were finally allowed to do what every heterosexual couple have taken for granted, make a public commitment to each other and live as a married couple. The final couple during the session, Dorothy and Jackie, shown in the last picture have apparently been together 33 years.

33 years- that’s longer than a lot of marriages last, I fail to see how anybody can say they don’t deserve to have the right to get married.

The other thing about these pictures is that it highlights the idiocy of those who argue that homosexual marriages will destroy the institution of marriage. Look at those pictures, the joy and love on display. These people are marrying for the right reasons- love, respect and commitment. How can that destroy marriage?

How can anyone object to something that stems from love for each other and makes people so happy?

You can see all the pictures Buzzfeed staff member Matt Stopera took on the historic day here. So congratulations to all the happy couples, and a big well done to Minnesota, you rock. 30% of the US population live in the 13 states that allow same sex marriages (along with the District of Columbia) so here’s hoping that the other 37 aren’t too far behind in helping create equality.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.

A Single Dude’s Views on Valentine’s Day

Today is Valentine’s day, when couples around the world will be exchanging gifts, cards and piling pressure on themselves to make this evening special and magical.

Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be one of those whining “It’s a con made by card companies” rants from a bitter singleton or a “I love being single, and it totally doesn’t bother me” thing, this is just me rambling on about V-day.

Here’s the thing, I’m not going to lie, like most single folks I wouldn’t mind having someone to spend Valentine’s with and also, like most single folks, the holiday does bug me a little.

Just a little, in the way it bugs me when there’s a Bank Holiday and I have to work, that sense that most people are enjoying something that I’m not a part of. So the adverts and mentions of it irk me a little, but it’s not like I’m sitting grumbling into a glass of Scotch or going to the park to throw rocks at old couples.


Most of the time being single is just a low level bother in the background, like having a minor cold or needing a haircut. You can probably sort it out if you made the effort, but you can get by as it stands. All Valentine’s day does is put this problem front and centre for a couple of days, I say a couple of days because you’re also bombarded with pre-V day ads and e-mails offering you romantic deals.

The thing that stops me from being a bitter singleton is that I’m a soft git and I quite like seeing slushy romantic stuff. I find couples who have the guts to engage in PDA rather sweet (to a point) and I like seeing people being happy. I also like to think that all that stuff is still going to be part of my future.

This is the kind of thing I like, a cool idea where a library did a Valentine's theme mystery book thing.

This is the kind of sweet thing I like, a cool idea where a library did a Valentine’s theme mystery book thing.

My love life may have stalled, and I’m somewhat guilty of not putting in much effort (my resolution to socialize more is really not working out, although I do have a few things coming up) and my online dating isn’t really working out. I’m never going to have a picture that stops people and makes them instantly swoon, but I think it’s about time I got a new one, because my old one, where I have longer hair and am a little heavier clearly isn’t working.

Seriously, the other day I got messaged by this girl who’d clicked she wanted to meet me, but her first question was whether I was a guy or a girl. Yeah, that one hurt.

This guy might get more responses than me.

This guy might get more responses than me.

I mean, there are advantages to being single. For example, I get to save some cash. Apparently women buy more cards, but men spend more. It does seem as though V-day is mainly focused on the bloke treating his special lady, which I’ve always felt was a tad unfair, and was probably why some people invented “Steak and Blow Job Day” to redress the balance in March.



It’s easier for one thing and it means I don’t have to worry about things like keeping my room tidy or making my plans around anyone else’s timetable.

Although I would happily sacrifice these minor, almost insignificant perks if I met a girl I liked.

Which brings me to the one aspect of V-day that bugged me the most this year. It made me feel old, and isolated. I blame David Mitchell for this.

In his book Mitchell mentions that in his 20s part of the reason he didn’t date much was that you don’t really have as many crushes as an adult. And this is kind of true, I’ve met girls I’ve liked, had a few mini crushes but I’ve not had a massive crush since uni really.

I think this is because I’m getting old and have other stuff to think about, and my hormones aren’t as out of control as they were.

It’s kind of a drag though, I had crushes throughout school and uni, usually just one at a time, and while they weren’t without problems (unrequited love/lust is a bitch, as is being incredibly awkward around someone every time you see them) they felt like you maybe had a chance because you were focused on winning one person over. Ironically, the only proper girlfriend I’ve ever had was someone I had a crush on but when we finally got together I was actually pursuing someone else, in my own cack-handed extremely unsuccessful way.

But part of me worries that the dearth of proper crushes is actually a sign that on some level I’ve given up.

Although for all we know this could be one of those “when you least expect it” stories.

Ah, well, que sera, sera.

Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.