Friends, I’ve been watching romantic comedies literally since birth. While my first official movie was Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo in 1977, there is no doubt in my mind that while my mom was pregnant with me, she had to have been watching tear jerkers that involved Robert Redford and Barbra Streisand. Why, you ask? Because I am such a sucker for any movie involving a hot guy, a cute girl, and a tragic love story. Give me Hugh Grant or Colin Firth and I am one happy camper.Whenever I see a trailer in the movies for a new rom com, I get so giddy with excitement and I usually blurt out, “Oh, that’s a ‘me’ movie for sure!”
Has 37+ years of giggling like a school girl over Johnny Depp rotted my brain and made me believe that the only way to happiness is with a “happily ever after?”
I’ve always described myself as a combination realist/romantic, but I think I’m way more romantic than realist. Have you ever seen the movie “Love Actually?” It’s one of the best because it has both Hugh Grant AND Colin Firth in it!
Sorry, I had a really inappropriate visual there for a moment. Anyhow…
The movie begins with the following monologue, as we witness people in airport greeting each other with hugs and kisses:
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion started to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling, you’ll find that love actually is all around.”
When I’m at the airport, I often think of this passage from the movie. There I am, alone, driving myself to the airport, dragging my luggage by myself, and going through security with no one to ask “Can you hold this for a second?” as I pull off my shoes. There’s no one loving me at the airport or waiting to greet me when I get off the plane. I usually walk through the baggage claim, pay for parking, and drive home when I get back. There is no one there waiting for me with a sign that says “I’ve missed you!” or “I love you.” It’s just me. And does that make me sad? Admittedly, a little bit.
But, am I just romanticizing things? Are those the things in life that really matter? Screw it – if watching rom coms is wrong, then I don’t ever want to be right!
For shits and giggles and romanticized love, watch this: