I thought if anyone could understand this, it would some some of the ladies on this board! Last night, The Holiday was on TV and I watched it for about the 100th time eventhough it slightly depresses me everytime.
I have just come back from a week in England with my boyfriend and during the entire last morning that we spent together, I kept thinking of what the couple would do in one of those cheesy romantic movies: When we were cuddling on the couch just five minutes before we had to leave for the airport, the movie version of me would have wiped the tears from her eyes, gotten up, walked her suitcase back upstairs and unpacked it refusing to leave. When we were driving to the airport, the movie him would have turned around just before getting on the M25 to Heathrow and just drove home without saying a word. When I had just turned my back on him to go through the security line, the movie him would have yelled "wait!" and I would have run back to him. When I was sitting on the plane looking out the window, the movie me would have jumped up from her seat and ran out of the plane pushing everyone out of her way to find him still there waiting for me.
Of course none of those things happened, the real me cried for the 5 minutes before we were supposed to leave, he kept driving, I went through security uninterupted and I cried some more when the plane took off to take me back home.
Why was I talking about this??... oh yeah, The Holiday. Cameron Diaz got to do exactly what I wanted to do TWICE in one movie. She went to Heathrow the first time and gave up so she could go back to meet Jude Law in the pub. Then she stopped the driver ("turn around, turn around!") and ran back in the house ("why would I leave before New Years Eve?") into the arms of crybaby Jude. (sigh) Hmph. I hate that movie.
I could have just outted myself as slightly insane, or maybe I'm not the only one who wishes just once she could have her own romantic movie moment...