V is for...?

Every other single gal out there is probably letting out sighs of relief as the Valentine's day hype starts dying down. There's nothing like Valentine's day to permeate the steeliest heart with feelings of loneliness and unworthiness. Blah, blah, blah. I know full well that if I were attached, ie. not single next year, I would be basking in this sickly sweet, over commercialised, confetti-raining-down-on-me holiday just as much as the next lovelorn teen.
But this year was different, and not altogether bad. OK, I take that back, it was great. I spent the evening with a bunch of single friends and their friends. A very romantic, home-cooked meal, by candle light, albeit minus the boyfriend. Scrumptious! And then, to top off the incredibly romantic evening, we sat down to wach the ULTIMATE love story.
Truth be told, I was rather wary about this. I would probably have opted for typical American slapstick to fight the Valentine's day mood pervading the air, but the pure and simple truth is The Notebook is a wonderful movie. By the end of it, all the girls present were bawling their eyes out into the cushions. Hold up! Rewind! Everyone, that is, except yours truly. Mine were probably the driest eyes in the room, yes including the boys'. Which begs the question,"What is wrong with me?"
Am I really so insensitive as to have absolutely no emotional connection with the characters of the movie? For as far back as I can remember the only movie during which I have cried is ET. Hmm, perhaps I'm just not a sensitive person by nature. Or perhaps my emotional abilities are far from developed. Whatever that means.
The odd thing is, I do feel a strong bond between myself and the characters of books I read. Perhaps its because I spend a lot more time reading a book than I would watching a movie. Perhaps for me at least building that emotional connection that lets us sympathise with and feel for the characters takes a little longer than it does for others.
What the f*** am I babbling about? What a load of bull****!
Ok, here's what I learned about myself that day. I am a cold, heartless gal, completely unable to express sorrow for anyone else's troubles and finds self-pity to be the quickest way to turn on the waterworks.