The nice guy...

Okay, so you know how in romance novels/movies, there is usually a love triangle? And in this triangle, there is the "safe guy" and the "dangerous guy"? And how a lot of times, the dangerous one wins because the heroine just doesn't feel excited enough when she's with the safe one EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER?

Like...Twilight. Now, I'm going purely off the first book/movie (since that's the only one I've seen/read), but Edward is definitely Mr. Dangerous and Jacob is Mr. Safe. GUESS WHO WINS? GUESS WHO IS PERFECT FOR BELLA BUT LOSES ANYWAY?

(I think I am one of those people referred to as "Team Jacob"...but seriously! Who wouldn't want to hang out with a bunch of werewolves? Werewolves are super cool! Especially when the other choice is a family of dead people who watch you sleep.)

So...I finished one of the books I checked out of the library (part of the eleven chick lit books I am reading for my summer goals), and guess what? Mr. Safe won! I was so worried Lindsey would end up ditching Michael for Dustin, but SHE DIDN'T! That made me so happy in only a way that chick lit can. Aaaaaah...this is why I love summer.

(What was the point of this blog post again?)

(Also: why am I tagging this as a rant? This is a pathetic excuse for a rant. But whatever, it's my blog, I can do what I want. I feel like I've said this already...)