Justin Timberlake got married on Friday. And while I really never expected him to choose me as his wife out of millions of adoring women, I’m still feeling a little heartbroken about it.
When you’re a Single Woman in a land of Married People, you hang onto the fairy-tale dreams that plagued your teenage days, even as you fall deeper down the rabbit hole of cynicism. You remember that bookworm Belle made inanimate objects come to life; you remember that even smarty-pants Veronica Mars liked the bad boys, and you remember that the bleach-haired pseudo-jock in your favorite pop band drove himself crazy thinking ’bout you.
But then he went and brought sexy back and left you behind. And you realize maybe it’s time to let go of the past. I mean, even Britney eventually moved on.
* Title inspired from a line in “Anybody Out There?” by Marian Keyes, a delightful Irish author.