Picture this scenario: you’re at a party and you meet a cute guy with whom you hit it off right away. For the next few weeks, you spend most of your waking hours daydreaming about what it would be like to spend the rest of your lives together. As you get to know him better, however, you start noticing little things that cool your ardour towards him. Before you know it, all the quirks you once found endearing now irritate the crap out of you, making you wonder how you could even have considered jumping him in the first place (and whether you should go get your eyes checked.)
This, gentle reader, basically sums up my relationship with Rich Man, Poor Woman. If you’re here looking for someone to share your OTP squee, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place because I don’t have much to say that doesn’t involve the gnashing of teeth. If you don’t want your buzz trampled on, please take your leave now.
Right. Still here? Don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.