"He's a day late and a dollar short."

You've probably noticed that I rarely ever write on a Sunday, and never on a Saturday. This blog is ANYTHING but work to me; it brings me constant joy. I just don't usually get the chance to sit and compose a well-thought out post on the weekends.

Until now.

I was just standing in line to pay; I won't say where because it's a small island and you just never know. There was a mismatched pair standing behind me. Him: beautiful and head-to-toe preppy. Her: not as beautiful and dressed painfully generic. Right off the bat, I'm thinking, "What?" I've heard that opposites attract and while it's a theory I don't subscribe to personally, I'm happy that this seems to work for countless couples. Yet, these two were strangers to me and I could have whipped out a butter knife from my Dior purse and cut the tension with it. She was trying so hard, too hard, making the mistakes that I've seen far too many other girls, myself included, make before. She tried to make conversation and he responded with one-worded answers in a clearly annoyed tone. She went to kiss his cheek and he flinched. She was standing there, grinning goofily, and all I wanted was to pull this girl off to the side and say HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU. Instead, he stepped off to the side to use his BlackBerry. Presumably to communicate with a different girl. I'm sorry to be so brutally honest, but the signs were just so clear to me. How could she have missed them?

Her: Totally into him. Him: So not interested.

I found myself wondering if they were official or if she was hoping that they would be. I found myself wondering if she was totally clueless or if she knew and was doing everything she could to salvage it. I found myself wondering how many girls have watched me and some guy and wondered the same exact things.

We like to blame it on them; it's easy to blame it on them. They're jerks. It is inconceivable to imagine why God would create two genders so completely different, so we don't stop to think about it. We say that they're jerks and we hate them and then we move onto the next one. It occurred to me that no one (no one I know of, at least) ever stopped to ask WHY. Why are men jerks? There must be something propelling them. I refuse to believe that the entire male species woke up one day and decided to be this way.

I once knew someone who told me horror stories of what his girlfriend did to him after he broke up with her. This included electronic devices being flushed down the toilet and physical assaults at his place of employment. I sat there, listening, with my jaw dropped. I was horrified.

What came first? The chicken or the egg? Girls acting crazy or guys acting like jerks? Did anyone ever stop to think that if Jacinda Barrett hadn't gone off the deep end and practically pulled a knife on Zach Braff, he may have stayed and tried to console her rather than go and sleep with Rachel Bilson?

I'm certainly not blaming females for the way that the ball is rolling. This is, however, a two-way street. The guy I watched tonight wasn't rolling his eyes for no reason. She seemed so nice and I felt so badly for her; every girl deserves to be with a guy who is just as interested in her as she is in him. But, for whatever reason, she was clearly irritating the crap out of him. I saw it, he saw it, but she, sadly, was blind to it.

As a writer, it's often my goal to say as much as possible in as few words as possible. "He's a day late and a dollar short." My, how I wish I had coined this term. How many of you are out there thinking that about someone? I'd be willing to bet that a lot of you just saw an imaginary light bulb go off.

I'm really looking forward to seeing 'He's Just Not That Into You' and I sincerely hope that every paranoid girl in America will see it as well and that we can all sigh a collective breath of relief as we leave the theatre. Maybe it won't solve all of our problems, but perhaps it will shed some light on the age old question: Why are we are the way we are and why are they the way they are?

I'm tired of just accepting it. This is a vicious cycle and as much as I try to side-step it, I still seem to be affected. Why are the few bad eggs ruining it for the rest of us?

It's not just them. It's us, too.