Life as a Romantic Comedy
Sometimes it takes years or decades to realize that something wasn’t normal. Over 20 years ago, I dated a woman who wore big glasses and carried around a Jane Austen book just so people would think she was smart. Back then, I thought it was cute, not weird. This girlfriend did some other stuff that I knew was weird (like eating corn chips loudly at a public library), but at the time I never thought about writing about it.
Now when I think about it, I see this ex-girlfriend’s literary pretention as strange. In a lot of ways, I’m a literary fraud too, but at least I’ve tried to read some of the books that I (used to) carry around. It was this ex-girlfriend’s lack of trying that made it weird. About a year ago, I finished writing “The Literary Girlfriend,” my romantic comedy about this relationship. Originally, the blog version was…
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