Tonight, romance was in the air, along with a stiff winter wind. It was the first time I could see my breath after an exhale. It's time to shack up with that cuddle buddy you've been neglecting all summer -- or to start lining up applicants to be your winter boo. Those cold sheets won't warm themselves! My bed times have been stretching later and later, and that means my afternoons are non-existent again. By the time I emerge from my slumber cave, the sky is usually dark and I barely have time to flip through some email before bundling up and heading out.
A big perk of living in Williamsburg is being a few blocks over from my friend Sam. Despite his busy schedule, we have grand plans to hang out, to have movie nights, and to have tons of discussions about what projects we need to get moving on. Actually Sam's schedule is already packed full of things he's accomplishing, so I just need to follow suit. His enthusiasm and energy is contagious and talking to him always fires me up. We're both well versed in romantic comedies and take the genre super seriously. After talking through some stuff, my mind was going a mile a minute as I cruised out to watch Love and Other Drugs with another friend.
Watching a rom com may not be the best way to recover from heartbreak and eight oh eights, but it's a prescription that's never failed me. Oh wait, I don't have heartbreak, just break ups. But for those with actual feelings and emotions, watching a film about love is bound to jump start that healing process right? For the past two weeks I've been trying to nurse my friend through his current situation and after the movie, I asked him what parts really impacted him. When in crisis, you really can't watch or experience anything without relating it to your own struggles. This was no different for him. I swear I heard him sniffing at one point. Well good for you man, let it out.
There's always that scene at the end, when the hero chases the girl down and gives her this big speech. If there's one thing guys have been impacted by, with all the romantic comedies, it's this idea that if you make yourself vulnerable enough, that if you give a good enough (and heartfelt enough) speech, you can still save the day -- even if you royally fuck up. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On one hand it gives hope to the poor suds that we are, but it also creates an unrealistic expectation that if we present our hearts on a silver platter, we should get what we want.
Sorry guys, I don't think it works that way.
I remember watching Waitress with my ex-girlfriend, some time after we broke up. There's a storyline in there about adultery and cheating and it was the wrong movie to watch together, considering the circumstances toward the end of our relationship. I'm lucky I made it out of that movie alive. Whoo.
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