I know I’m not girly. I know I’m not sweet. I know I’m not what most people think of when they think of how girlfriends act.
But fuck me if Californication isn’t a testament to my softer side. Because I just keep waiting for something to go right for Hank and Karen. And it keeps breaking my heart. This season more than any other.
I’d call that a textbook hopeless romantic.
It might also indicate an inability to let things go, an interest in bad boys, stubbornness, masochism, and a tendency to overlook major character flaws.
Until next season, guys…