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Jen Aniston's Dating Woes
Why can't the Good Girl find a Good Guy?
-Nicole Christie
I love Jennifer Aniston. I love her tousled hair, her comic timing, her entire wardrobe (she's my fashion maven). I love that she loves yoga and I love yoga and that we both have a penchant for funny and grungy guys (Vince, Owen, John, Brad - although I'm less inclined toward the latter and, yes, I realized that makes me almost a lesbian). All of this - despite the fact that she's more sun kissed than I and, rumor has it, smokes like 100 percent more weed than me - makes us basically the same person.
Especially because we both can't seem to find a Good Guy. Brad Pitt dumps her and impregnates Angie, who used to wear Billy Bob Thornton's blood around her neck and has reportedly made out with her brother. Then Vince Vaughn bags her and does his best to contract The Herp by returning to his wild stallion bachelor life.
Perhaps Jen's role in The Good Girl translates to her real life as well - if she's truly a down-to-earth gal who likes curling up on the sofa with takeout Mexican food, perhaps that's not enough to wrangle a Hollywood man, who craves the spotlight and may or may not have an appetite for other wild rides - like S&M or God knows what. It's tough dating ANYWHERE and men are increasingly befuddled by accomplished, successful women who bring home their own turkey bacon - can you imagine what Jen is dealing with, having once been paid $1 million per "Friends" episode and pretty much never wanting for work?
Which brings us to her latest conquest, John Mayer. At just 30 and nearly a decade Jen's junior, is he capable of more than a fling with our favorite formerly flip-haired gal? Is it really true that Jen's hooked because he's super hot in the sack (say it ain't so, Jen!)? I have no doubt the cringe-faced crooner finds Jen's body a wonderland, but his man-slut ways make him SO not worthy of her; and I'm sick of watching Jen get her heart repeatedly stomped upon while Brad gallivants around the world, adopting and procreating in the name of charitable child-rearing.
My advice to Jen: DON'T SETTLE. In fact, quit dating for a while. I know it's tough when Brad's got the pregnant puffy-lipped one on his arm. But I suspect you're looking for The Real Thing - and honey, you're just looking like a desperate clinger when you hook up with these serial daters. You gotta demand better. Hold on and hold out for a good guy, Good Girl.
