Pandora's Boxes(My life as a Romantic Comedy)

If my life was a romantic comedy, it would probably start a lot like this, with me narrating as a disembodied voice, kind of like I’m doing right now in my head as I write this. I would be sitting here listening to Constellation’s by Jack Johnson, just like I’m doing right now, and then I guess the movie would begin as the titles role. I would probably be coming back from grocery shopping, and I would live in a cute brownstone somewhere like San Diego or Chicago. I would probably have a really big dog named Ben, he would preferably be an Alaskan or Siberian Husky and he would be waiting on me at the door because he just knows that I have bought him new treats, considering I’m single and 20 something and the only other person I have to shop for is my dog Ben.

I’m mildly attractive, you know the type that doesn’t get all spiffed up all the time, but if I do it’s like “Hey BOMBSHELL”. The type of girl that blends in but to the eye of that beholder is the most gorgeous girl that has ever walked the face of the earth. That would be me. I would definitely be in a two part romantic comedy where the story is split between the two awkward individual. It definitely would not be one of those (She’s the beautiful object of affection, he pines away and gets her at the end) not so much. This is more like (she’s single and significant in her own way, he’s single and significant in his own way and together their purpose in each other’s lives is apparent) that’s more like it!

He would be somewhere working on an art project, I know cliché, but that’s who I am so it fits. He could be a sculptor, or fellow writer, filmmaker, probably not a musician. No, I got it, he was one of the brilliant minds that help put together and monitor the new popular website Pandora. And I, my friends, am an avid Pandora listener, thus the Jack Johnson, “Constellations” playing in the beginning. Anyway this guy knows music, and he knows people based on their likes and dislikes. He’s single and looking for his musical mate.

I write reviews on albums and a column about live music shows for a local magazine. I’m a favorite column amongst college students, but he is not particularly fond of my column, he probably feel it lacks depth and range. While I like Pandora because it gives me tips o new music, I hate that they don’t fully get my full range on music and feel that it’s kind of a stretch to say you don’t like any songs like this one song because you don’t like this song. Uh Oh looks like I found a little conflict.