Last week, I watched a movie called Finding You, which is based on a fiction book called There You’ll Find Me by Jenny Jones. While I appreciate that Finding You didn't have any sex scenes, I was disappointed by how unrealistic the plot was. The happy ending for the main character—Finley Sinclair—was super unrealistic. After all, what average American student actually studies abroad in Ireland, meets a handsome single actor who's smitten with her, and earns a spot in the Manhattan Conservatory of Music? None that I know of.