Marry Me, Nonexistent Readers

So, we all have those "Aww!" moments when we witness something extra romantic. Whether it be on TV, in a book, or in real life, I'm sure most of you have experienced it. It's that warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you watch the resolution of a romantic movie... when the guy shows up at the girl's front door and proclaims his love for her, all of it leading up to a passionate kiss. These are the moments women live for. They're always watching, happy yet envious, as others get swept off their feet. Watching romance unfold gives me an eerie happy feeling. I'm always fully engaged, counting the seconds until he utters the words I want to hear: "I love you." I'm not jealous... I mean, I wish it were happening to me instead of this girl who doesn't even exist! But, I'm strangely not envious. I'm only happy. Happy to have witnessed something so precious and surreal.

So, sure, romantic movies are cliche... You don't have to argue with me to prove that point. But, even if I can guess where the story is going, I still enjoy watching them every weekend with a bucketful of sorbet. (Yes, sorbet... You will probably think this is a crime, but I'm not really an ice-cream and chocolate kind of girl...) It's kind of like a drug that I'm highly addicted to. Can't stop watching, and I can't stop "Aww!"-ing.

Anyway, this seems like a post worthy of Valentine's Day, or some other occasion such as. On July 6th, it seems a bit random. It was all sparked by this wonderful (still cliche) episode of HawthoRNe. It's not a super popular show, but my family is mainly in the medical profession so we're all hospital drama junkies. (In other words, I breathe Grey's Anatomy and eat House. And sometimes, when I'm in a really good mood, I sleep with ER. Shh.) So, basically, the premise of this episode was this huge car accident which left two main surgeons, Tom and Paul, critically injured. Paul ends up dying, and then in a sickeningly (In a good way!) romantic gesture, Tom realizes that he's desperately in love with the head nurse, Christina. He goes to her house, and their long-awaited, long-anticipated first kiss is born. The last line spoken before the screen fades to black is, "Marry me." It was definately an "Aww!"-worthy moment.

For future reference, I'm not one of those annoying girls who sits on the couch all day with fudge and a box of kleenex, pining away at the romantic lives of others and yearning for such a love to call my own. No. That's definately not me. Even after a bad break up, I don't pine and I definately don't sit on my ass and pig out on chocolate. Hot bath? Sure. Stuff my face? No. If you're one of those annoying girls, you should learn the concept of going with the flow. It sounds very zen and yoga-esque, but it is applicable to all aspects of life. When life throws you a hurdle, don't stop in your tracks. Accept the challenge and jump it, for crying out loud! If it's utterly neccessary to watch a cheesy, unrealistic movie after a break up, at least don't watch while thinking, "Oh, I wish I were her. Why can't that be me? What's wrong with me?" Instead, think, "Oh, I can't wait to find a man who'll treat me like the guy in this movie... Good thing I dumped Charlie." So, there, I went off on a complete tangit about being dumped... Oh, well. It all ties in somehow.

So, I'll leave you with a few words of inspiration and guidance:

Curiosity Kills.