Forget the Prince Charming because he doesn't exist.
The other day I saw a talk by the screenwriter of "When Harry Met Sally", Norah Ephron, where she talked about relationships in the last century. Both she and the film director agreed on one thing, if Sally and Harry's story had happened in real life, they wouldn't have ended up together. Why is that? It's very interesting to hear the theory I share.
In love stories of the past there was always a real opponent. In Romeo and Juliet, for example, the antagonists were each other's families. Lovers were separated for external reasons. It turns out that today most love stories no longer have real opponents but internal ones: they don't want to commit themselves. Welcome to the world of male neurosis.
My friend Florence has just separated from her boyfriend with whom she had planned to move in with in the next few months. Alejandra, a partner of the facu, just left the house she shared with her partner because she found some compromising text messages. They both agree on something. Every time the relationship asks them for a little more, the following happens: they erase themselves. I wonder what's going on with men? Where are the princes who promised us? The answer is simple. They don't exist.
The tragedies of the past were real tragedies. Today's are just little tragedies. Women keeps rowing her while they stop the boat to sunbathe. Our only hope is that they'll cheer for the divan. So the next time a man says hysterical, you know what to say to him:"Shut up, neurotic".