Romeo Save Me

Today, when my dinner plans got canceled, I had to improvise so I wouldn't die of boredom. I ended up alone on my bed with cookies, chips, chocolate, and the movie Letters To Juliet. Needles to say, it was a low moment for me. I was very jealous of Amanda in that movie. I mean come on! She's engaged to an Italian man- with an Italian accent. And then a British man with a British accent falls in love with her. I mean, seriously? There's not a whole lot I wouldn't do to get in their pants- I mean her shoes. What? 

There was a moment in the movie. The ending- you know where there's been hearts broken and they FINALLY get the misunderstandings taken care of, and tell each other that they love the other one? Yeah. That part. And of course this movie being what it's about, it's twice as cheesy as your average chick flick. So, she's standing on the balcony and he's climbing up the vines to profess his love for her in his yummy British accent, and I'm thinking: why isn't life actually like this? Why has this not happened to me, or anyone I know for that matter? Do things like that even happen? 

See what I mean? ^^^

It was a very touching movie. There may have been crying involved (I don't know). I'm sure that doesn't mean much coming from me, though. I'm an emotional girly-girl. I love anything with a love story attached to it. I'm a hopeless romantic that way. Maybe I'll always be that way. Maybe no relationship will ever be good enough for me, because I want a fairy tale. But I think that's okay. I'd rather live alone my whole life watching romantic movies over and aver again, than settle for a love that doesn't fill all the gaps. 

So fells, if you want this, you're gonna have to work for it. I'm talking prince charming status. Uber cheesy- that's the way I like it. So if you wanted to be like that, you could. Just sayin...