Saturday night in
Maybe I just like being tragic. But I sat here by myself and watched He’s Just Not That Into You this evening. I was actually at a friend’s celebrating a birthday last night, and somehow movies came up across the room in conversation, and a couple of guys said they'd watched this particular movie because their female housemates had been watching it, and the comment was made ‘that’s actually not that bad a movie’, and I thought, ‘well, interesting that you blokes think so’. So, having nothing else on, and it being quite a long time since I hired a DVD (I can never remember my sodding password at the store anyway), I got it out. Interesting, and a good reminder to not make up excuses for guys who don’t take initiative, don’t call, don't respond to anything, don't 'make it happen' ... because if they don't, essentially they are just not really interested. I actually did read the book years ago, because another flatmate owned it, and it was useful at the time. A girl needs regular sanity checks on such things.
I was actually trying to work on the latest crochet project while watching it, but repeatedly discover that I can’t really crochet and watch movies at the same time, unless the crochet is basic and I have seen the movie before, otherwise I'm going to miss half of it, so not a lot of progress was made.