I Fell In Love with a Harry Potter Girl
This post contains lethal doses of sarcasm if read irresponsibly.
I once dated a girl who read every Harry Potter book and watched all the movies five times, so I told her repeatedly that every 30-year-old Harry Potter fan is compensating for being a roller backpack kid in high school.
One day, she sat me down and politely explained to me that, although she values the emotional connection we developed, she couldn’t go on in a relationship with the knowledge that I can’t vibe with a children’s book that she values as a core component of her personality. I understood, and it was an amicable split. After a few years, we still remain friends to this day.
According to my Facebook, she’s happily married to a professional Quidditch player with two kids. They spent $2,000 on several limited edition Harry Potter Lego sets. Two summers ago, they took an adorable family trip to Universal Studios and went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter to ride the rollercoaster and all of them suffered traumatic brain injuries from an errant broomstick that clotheslined them.
Bullying works, folks.