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A year ago, I was the only one in a committed relationship. Everyone assumed Matt would propose any day. I shudder to think that if he had proposed earlier, I might have said yes. Saying no wasn’t the mistake; dating him for so long was. Now that I’ve had time to process, I think I’d simply gotten used to him, to us. The way you do with a pair of pants so comfortable and familiar that you don’t realize how unflattering they actually are.
Nice simile and and analysis of her current status as the Last Woman Standing. She dodged a bullet and knows it. Now the reinvention of Sam begins... whether she's ready for it or not.
“We love you, Sam. And if anyone tries to mess with you again, we’ll bless their little hearts.” A Southern threat at its finest.
The men in my friends’ lives support them, which means they’ll by extension, support me. Just like Thayden did the moment Delilah called him. My circle has grown wider. It’s a good thing, I tell myself. But my island in the middle of all the noise and people is starting to feel more than a little lonely.
She's feeling isolated... something people suffer from in this age of "greater connectivity". It's sad, really.
Tolkien is a hero of mine. My dog’s full name is Tom Bombadill
Told ya! I agree that Bombadil should have been in the movie, but I confess to skimming over his songs in the book. It would have made The Fellowship of the Ring close to five hours long, though. All in all, it was a good call by Peter Jackson. I completely agree with him that the scouring of the Shire is a bad part of Return of the King, and I'm glad he lifted it out.
Sam seems to unlock some other personality inside me, one that I hardly recognize as mine. I’ve got all the gruffness of a dwarf mixed with the bad temper of a dragon. And all the
A line from The Two Towers comes to mind: Don’t talk to it, Merry! Don’t encourage it. Pippin says this when the two hobbits first encounter an Ent. It should be my new motto on this trip: Don’t encourage Sam.
More Tolkien! I like Rhys better already. (Speaking of that name, I wonder if he's aware that John Rhys-Davies played Gimli and voiced Treebeard the Ent in the movies of LOTR. Maybe the just read the books. That would make me like him even more!!!
From inside my room, I still hear her muffled voice. “I’m going to make you not hate me. You just watch, Killer. I’ll grow on you. By the end of this trip, you might even tolerate me.” I drop my bag and run my hands over my face. Sam is growing on me already—like some kind of fungus.
He's funny. He makes me laugh. I'm confused about Sam... is she doing all those mean posts, or is that the person they hired to take her place? Remember, Rhys doesn't know they fired her. This is one of those rom-coms where I find myself identifying with the guy rather than the girl, and that's rare. Then again, how many guys can quote obscure passages from LOTR and warn feet-up passengers about danger from air bags? That's my kinda guy!
Rhys’s face holds an expression I can’t quite pinpoint. Probably because it resembles amusement, and I didn’t know that he was capable of that emotion. I’ll take this as a win.
OK, she's funny too. Not "I can't breathe" funny, but "makes me smile" funny. No Tolkien references, though, so I still like Rhys better.
She’s quoting something, but it takes me a moment. It’s an old Saturday Night Live skit where Dana Carvey played a judgmental church lady. I fight back a grin and exchange a look with Sam.
That's my SNL era! "... with Dana Carvey, Nora Dunn, Victoria Jackson, Dennis Miller, Mike Meyers! Special appearances by Kevin Nealon and Adam Sandler! Msical guest: Sinead O'Connor! And your host, Andrew Dice Clay!"
Ah, those were the days...
The number one rule morning people need to know is that you don’t ever accuse someone of NOT being a morning person. Even if it’s true. This is, like, more important of a rule than the rules of Fight Club.
Preach it, girlfriend! Just preach it after 10am, because my body isn't wired to take in new information before that time.
The Pill strokes his graying beard, which goes down past his collar bones. I’d like to take a pair of scissors or, better yet, gardening shears to that thing. Small rodents would probably pop out, needing to find a new home.
That's more of a snort-laugh line. Keep going, Sam... I'm rooting for you! (Not as much as Rhys, but girl power and all that...)
Then he mansplained highway safety. Just in case I didn’t know that I could get run over while crossing a busy interstate.
“I don’t understand how you can hate Tom Bombadil,” he says. “I don’t understand how you can like Tom Bombadil. Google it. You’ll find whole subreddits dedicated to hating him. He’s a divisive character. How could you do that to a poor dog?” “What’s a subreddit?” I laugh and throw a pillow at Rhys. “You’re such an innocent. If you don’t know what a subreddit is, just don’t worry about it. You’re better off not knowing.
Their first fight is over a Tolkien character! How much do you wanna bet they'll make it as a couple?
The woman from the front desk stands there with a security guard who looks to be about ninety-five. Both are stunned, and I don’t blame them. They look at us, then behind us where bubbles are churning out of the
bathroom now along with a fine mist of water from the torrent still shooting from the pipes.
There is a louder pop, a shower of sparks, and the overhead lights in the bathroom go out. I scream, which startles the security guard, whose finger was, unfortunately for the woman from the front desk, on the trigger of his taser. The prongs go straight into her backside at close range, and now there are three of us lying on the floor.
Oh, this is laugh-out-loud funny! I actually had to muffle my laughter from upstairs (girls) and downstairs (husband) while reading in the living room. Falling for Your Enemy definitely puts the "com" in "rom-com"!
I love reading, but I cannot even with classic literature. Sorry, Jane Austen. You are simply not my jam. Novels of manners are too stuffy. Or maybe I’m just lacking in manners?
Sam, Sam, Sam... why do you get my hopes up only to crush them into little tiny pieces? I love both Austen *and* Tolkien! Neither of them are my hero, but I appreciate their talent in their respective genres. Take that, you mannerless slattern! I shall have you trapped on top of Orthanc until you can speak more reverantly of---or to---Jane. Humpf!
“Sometimes women’s cycles sync up. According to urban legend, anyway. It definitely happened to me and Sam, but I’m not sure if it’s a legit science thing.” That doesn’t sound scientific. Then again, women like to travel in packs to the bathroom. Maybe it’s like the body’s version of that. If one goes, they all go.

