Romance

Yep, even I, the queen of cynicism, watched the highlights of the royal wedding and couldn't help but think that, despite all the pomp and blatant money spinning of the thing, it was quite romantic. Looking at the couple it was hard to believe that it wasn't the real deal. So, if romance can exist under the microscope of the sordid British media, then why the fuck is it so rare in the real world?
Is it the daily grind of soul crushing banality that destroys romance? Or are we just a bunch of spineless lazy buggers?
All this stuff in the media about men being out for 'just one thing' doesn't wash with me at all. People who say they just want a shag and nothing else are full of shit. That's just cowardice speaking. These people are just too frightened of looking foolish to admit that they'd like a bit of romance and wouldn't welcome the prospect of genuinely being in love and having someone being in love with them.
Yes, despite my unfortunate penchant for young flesh, I too relish the idea of romantic love. I'm just not too sure that it actually has room to exist in our society. Especially for a super cynic like me with massive boobs!! I bought a new bra today, it was a fucking size 30 G. That is just not right. How on Earth is someone like me ever going to be taken seriously with a tiny body and two massive melons stuck to the front of it?
Anyway, I'm not about to presume to know enough about the world to solve this little riddle. I'll probably just carry on chasing disturbingly young men and then realising that they're just not right for me. Oh well.
Hmm, I suppose that makes me a shallow person who dreams of romance. How...paradoxical!