Ample Scarlett
The wife and I just finished watching “He’s Just Not That Into You“. I know what you’re thinking, This guy’s whipped, watching chick flicks instead of Game 4 of the NBA Finals. This movie was actually recommended by a friend of mine (a guy friend, mind you). Maybe he’s whipped too. Or maybe it’s something different. Maybe all this machismo about chick flicks being kryptonite for guys is all just some big charade to hide that deep down, guys love this stuff too. And it doesn’t hurt that Scarlett Johansson had ample screen time (ah, ample Scarlett…).
McDreamy
Hate to break it to you ladies, but we are human. We do feel, and I have proof. All those fantasy stories about the perfect proposal and McDreamy–they’re not just fantasies, they happen. All the time. And we love when they do. I don’t want to spoil the movie for you, but at the end when you started welling up and you couldn’t help but feel that happy kind of love? Those are the moments women adore, but the funny thing is those are the moment guys die to give. Nothing makes us guys melt than making girls really, truly happy. Perhaps that goes away over time, but I don’t think it does. Those moments are constant. We don’t hold the door open for you because we’re working our lats, and it’s not because we were raised that way. It’s not meant to be demeaning. We do it because it’s chivalric, and what’s wrong with a little chivalry? Putting our hand on the small of your back while we walk just to put you on a pedestal. The flowers for no reason at all, at work, because we know how it feels to be everyone’s envy, if only for a minute or two. Those short, brief, forgettable moments when you light up, stand a little taller, maybe even blush. When that exterior of purpose and smarts is softened and suddenly, briefly, you’re just a girl and we’re just a guy, and that’s all there is.
Upon reflection, maybe I am whipped, but maybe I’m not. After all, I’m just a guy. Gotta run, it’s tip-off time.