/love/ my life is a parallel of the worst romantic movie ever and now I don't know how to stop the film!
It feels like each relationship I've gone through is already pre-destined to go through a set of plot devices that go something like this:
#1.
We start out as friends, enjoying music, comic books and making fun of faggots in the hall together.
#2.
We begin to hang out on the weekends, watching movies, smoking pot and talking about our past.
#3.
We begin to flirt back and forth, the whispers and brushing back and forth, an occasional kiss.
THEN NOTHING.

IT ALL JUST DIES.

I don't understand how, after Plot Device #3, we just revert back to Plot Device #1 and never go to #3 again.
Is it me? Am I not being obvious enough about what I want? Do I send the wrong signals?
Am I......not Girlfriend Material?
Oh /love/, this really blows!