I am addicted to romantic comedies. Not for the diverse plots or superb acting (if Matthew McConaughey plays another bad boy on a motorcycle…) but for the simple fact that I, too, want to be emotionally led on by a hottie with a body who had me at “hello.” He also realizes that I complete him at approximately 115 minutes.
This poses a problem in romantic relationships. The weekend I went to see Paco (my long distance boyfriend) in Las Vegas I hoped he’d run through airport security and greet me with a passionate kiss. Or better yet – stand front and center with a blaring sign that read, “I LOVE YOU, SUJEIRY!” This is what I imagine. These are the expectations that I’ve set for men because Noah (Ryan Gosling) built Allie (Rachel McAdams) a house (from scratch!) in The Notebook.
Where is my house?!
Needless to say, my ex-boyfriends have labeled me (gasp!) “Crazy.” A hopeless romantic, yes, but crazy I am not. Yes, I want to be the star of my own movie and have a scene at Katz’s Delicatessen. Sure, I had the habit of drunk dialing and crooning to “You’re So Vain” like Andie Anderson (Kate Hudson) in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. But if you hear my glorious voice you really wouldn’t mind.
Fortunately, Paco is very understanding and patient. He didn’t freak out when I lay next to him hours after my arrival and said, “I hoped you’d pick me up at the airport wearing a drivers uniform, hat and all.” Paco just smiled and shook his head. He knows I am creative and a bit kooky. How my favorite movie is Serendipity because I believe in love that is destined. He didn’t find it odd that I slipped a note in his bag or that I purchased a custom made t-shirt that reads “PACO.”
He thinks it’s kind of sweet.
So, screw the men who won’t appreciate a scavenger hunt so they can find me and win my love. I don’t want to be with a man who doesn’t appreciate my efforts, even if they do belong on the big screen. Paco actually enjoys romantic comedies and their hokey plots. He may just be my very own Matthew McConaughey, gunning down the open road on a motorcycle. He may just find me before I hop on an airplane and I am gone forever.
Or until the curtain rises.
Tell me, do you believe romantic comedies set women up for disappointment?