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You should NEVER let go of the "yeah, you" dream. I saw Julie/Julia last night, and Julia was 40ish when she met the love of her life. And it seemed just as good as if she'd been 17. In the movie, anyway.

I love Sixteen Candles in a deep, deep way. But don't you think Sam would have gotten sick of Jake in less than six months...? Just sayin'....

Frankly, Liz is right. I always thought Jake seemed pretty darned dull. Hot, yes. But without much of a personality. (I think I dated him in college. Swear to God.) I mean, he doesn't think feeling up drunk girls is cool--which indicates he's capable of some basic moral reasoning--but Sam totally deserved better.
I know it is hard to believe, but your Jake is out there somewhere. And when he finds you, hopefully he'll be a little more like the Geek in the end (funny, smart, entrepeneurial, and chummy with John Cusack). Only more grown up. And without the headgear.

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    What is Starfish Envy??

    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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