TeeJowee

There are reason's upon reasons of why two main characters in a film should not somehow be entagled in a plot and fall listlessly in love with each other. He's too dumb, she's too smart, he's too poor, she's too rich, her daddy has a shot gun, his mommy hates the girl. Whatever. Somehow, thanks to the writer's role of god, both character's fall desperately in love through some subway runaround scene. Or a beautiful wedding spoilt by the perfectly timed Romeo's "I OBJECT!" I cringe in absolute horror when such things happen. 

Haha, I lie. A small dopey smile often appears instead of my cringe. At the most effeminate  core of me, there's a preteen girl screaming to be satisfied with the corniest of scenes and the most cliched of lines. When there's a subway chase where the dashing prince in jeans sprints through crowds, his face full of desperation, confusion and lurve. Searching for the face of his lady in a crowd of hundreds before she departs for a location only accessible by that one train in time prompts my heart to race! Then he leaps over a ticketing gate for his love and while she sadly waits on a platform thinking of how he broke her heart. Then suddenly, he careens through a corner and the cheesiest of music plays. The camera zooms in on his relieved face followed by that slightly awkward scene when both lovers stand facing shyly at each other. She realizes how much he misses her, then.... he whispers some soul tearingly annoying line... then... then... then... he looks into her eyes... (oooooh).....  they embrace.... and..... then... then.... taking all the shmucking time in the world.... they....

Kiss.

.

sigh...

A whole bunch of people (where did they come from?) start clapping or perhaps, if the director decides to have some class, zooms out the camera straight into the credits. By this time, my dopey grin has matured into a huge smile. Funny thing is, I don't even know I'm smiling and time again, I had to voluntarily wipe the corny grin of my face. I've even caught a dear friend doing the exact same thing once at a particularly drippy film. ( karl I'm looking at you) I clued on to how ridiculous I look.  

Thing is, I like stuff like that to happen. Romance and happy subway endings somehow found its way from Europe into my blood. Somehow. These things just get better when the stories pile on reasons for the couple to not fall desperately in love with one another!

More reasons for people who are so different not to get together. How on earth does an intellectual carry on with someone whose only interested in yodeling or modeling. How does a fascistly neat person live with a cultivator of floor fungus? How does an idealist live with a surrealist and a socialist with a capitalist! How does a painter live with a doctor and a animal lover with live with someone who is allergic to hippos? Yet, these differences are fermented into something deliciously enchanting! Thought they may serve to annoy, yet similarities tend to make life boring, and love is anything but boring. While similarities are the chords that keep a couple together, its the differences that provide the glorious riffs to a song. 

Things are made far better still when both partners happen to be equally attractive folk. Talented as well. Imagine the children they would have! Ice and cream coming together to birth Hagen Daaz! Such beautiful features married and engraved into a template of flesh, alighting the world applauding such a union! And the talents behold! Musicality married with artistry and song married to lyrics. Intelligence combined with trademarked wit amplified with flamboyance which provide the similarity of both parents! Truly! Their children would be attractively veneered monsters! 

Sigh... dreams are dreams I supposed. Then again, 19 is an age that borders the edge of adulthood. Go make something happen. 

This means you and ____.

Oh pretty please. For my entertainment. You know how I like these corny endings.