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Christine, Jessy and I went to see The Break-Up tonight, a movie that I was actually looking forward to seeing. Christine had already seen it and had said that at the end, she had a hard time deciding if she liked it or not. I, being the consummate movie critic that I am, have decided that I liked it for these reasons:

• It showed the Cubs doing what they do best; losing.
• It was easy to relate to. Call me pedestrian or easy or whatever it is that makes the movie accessible to me, but the fact of the matter is, it's an accurate portrayal of what it's like to break up.
• Vince Vaughan was in it. That guy is awesome. He's like crack for me. Like water for chocolate, if you will, and I mean that in the least racist way possible. What can I say? It was my favorite Common album.
• You get to see Jennifer Aniston's ass. The downside to this is that it's only for a few seconds, and it's all out of focus.

But here's the kicker: I went into this movie thinking that the same thing that happens any time I go and see a romantic comedy would happen here. I would watch the movie, secretly I would like parts of it, I would feel guilty for liking it and pathetic for identifying with it. I really thought it would surely remind me of every terrible situation I've found myself in with the "fairer" of the sexes. It didn't. Good.

All in all, it was a good movie. Thanks to Jessy for pointing out so bluntly why I'm "hard to date."